I was a little girl, ten or eleven when my mother took me to her hometown. It’s a little village somewhere in the central region. When we were in a car going, she talked about how wonderful the village was and how she wished I would grow in the village instead of the city. And how she wished I would grow around the people who truly loved me.
I was a girl. I didn’t know so much of what goes on in the world so I didn’t understand a lot of things that she was saying. We got to the village and I remember asking her, “Is that the wonderful place you were talking about?” I didn’t find anything I could lay my hands on and call beautiful. Well, there were nice people but the place itself wasn’t nice. Maybe it was the city in me that overshadowed the beauty of all the natural things I saw around there.
A night before we left the village, my mom took me to meet someone she called a friend. It was late in the night. We met the friend somewhere around a community park. I didn’t see his face clearly because the place was poorly lit but the little I saw of him, he looked a little bit older than my mom. He had grey hair and a……..Read Full Story Here…………………
