punishments, a lot of canning...basically in this year, a lot of shaping happened in my life and I think that was why it was necessarry for me to go through it. I made new friends, lost other friends too. Punished for not finishing my english and religion assignments, for someone speaking swahili, for being late and for failing. Now more than ever, I felt I was going back again...back to failure and acceptance
I saw my mother approach, from afar. She wore a yellow coat. I felt a feeling of relieve. That I was no longer alone. When she reached my bed, she stood by my side. We did not talk. We just stared. At least that is what I recall. I wondered where the rest of my family was. I later came to know about the various restrictions that had been put at the time. Keep reading.
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