Continuation - look who's here
One day I was sitting in front of our house, then suddenly someone came, at first I did
not recognize her, but then her face was familiar to me, And she said to me "how are you?" I could not spoke for a moment I was dumb. It was my mother, after 4 years I've seen her. And I said with a big surprise "I'm fine". So, she went inside the house. And my grandmother was there, she was surprise also upon seeing her. So they talked, and my mother said she came because she wants to see us, and she told us that she doesn't have any relationship anymore with the guy. She saw my little sister and hug her and I saw tears falling from her eyes. My sister was 5 years old then begun asking who she was. Before my mother could reply grandma suddenly interupted saying she was her auntie. I kept silent because I dont even know what to do, my two brothers already know what was happening were watching at the corner. Then everything became tense when my father came, nobody knows what will happen or what will my father do to her. When he saw her they begun to talk privately, grandma and my two brothers and sister went to the room. And I was outside the house but I heard their conversation. Then he begun to ask "what are you doing here?" then my mom replied "I want to see the kids". Then my father said "I told them that you were already dead, you better leave now before something bad will happen to you" but my mom said "You can do what you want, I know I have sinned, but please don't keep my children away from me. Even if I will pretend that I am their auntie and that I am not their mother, I will accept, as long as I see them". I saw my father trying to control himself not to harm my mother. Because if he did, he can kill my mom. From that moment on, my mother visited us every weekend. Grandma told my father that she should not reveal her true identity to my little sister. And that if my father decided to live again with my mom, we must moved to another place, because of the shame she had brought to our family. But that visitation did not last long, after few months my father through the urged of grandma told my mother not to come back again. There was a long argument in the room, and as my mom went to the door, she told me while crying that she will come back and upon her return we will become proud of her. And so my mom left us again, but this time it was for our own good. The next story is about the story of my mother, how she went overseas to work as a domestic helper that through her sacrifice and endurance, she gave us good life.
To be continued . . . . .