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I watched my mom bring out the fancy utensils we had in the kitchen. She was wrapping them up, both the used ones and the brand new ones, all for sale.

"Mom, why do you keep selling most of what we've got here? I understand that things aren't really smooth right now, but we've been good. Why are you suddenly selling most of our stuff? Yesterday was our expensive chaise and now our kitchen stuff, including our oven."

I didn't even want to mention that she sold my dad's car last week. If she's so worried about our weekly feeding and all that, the money from the sale of my dad's car should already be enough!

This whole act was driving me crazy as our once cosy and furnished detached apartment turned scanty in the space of two weeks.

"Honey, things are getting worse by the day. We need money to feed and clothe ourselves more than we need these properties" my mom said after about a minute of snubbing me. I won't believe these tales anymore. The money she's gotten from most properties that she'd sold are enough to take care of our feeding and clothing for like three months! And meanwhile, she's been keeping that money in a big bag like it's not even for us. Then, a question struck me . I decided to ask.

"Mom, tell me the truth. I'm your daughter. "

She quivered at my statement, like she's anxious to hear my next lines.

"Are you owing anyone? You don't act like you're selling these properties for our needs. You seem to be selling them because you're owing someone a huge amount of money. Tell me, mom. Do you owe anybody?" I finally let it out. I looked at my mom, but her countenance had fallen as if to truly respond that she's indeed owing someone. And all of a sudden , her countenance changed again into a kind I can't explain.

"Yes. I'm owing myself....my health"...

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My name is Lorna and let's say, this is the beginning of my story. A story of how i became a student-wife, a heroine and a mother. I was nineteen years old here and remained the only child of my parents. This is an autobiography rather, entailing my life, my struggles and epic moments, my victory and losses and more .

I finished high school at 18 and entered an only science university at 19. I lived with my parents at down Las Vegas and had my high school education there. But my university days......pheww!, I'll say that was when tragic events began happening in my life. I gained admission into studying Biology as a course for five years in a university at a small island before the city of Seattle. It was an only science university, not actually renowned and quite cheap for merger health courses like what i actually studied. I mean, you wouldn't find courses like Pharmacy or Surgery there, but you would see the likes of Biology, physical sciences, Weather forscience , Chemistry and stuffs like that.

I had wanted to study Gynaecology , but it was gonna require getting admission into a big uni that my mother could clearly not afford. Speaking of that, we were quite rich and very comfortable for some time. However, towards the end of my high school, my dad's finances started shaking. He was going bankrupt and his gold business wasn't doing well anymore. My mom had to keep sustaining my father in such a way that no one noticed my dad wasn't so rich anymore.

My mom was an assistant in a big company then and she also sold hairs, so despite my dad's bankruptcy, we were still rich. But then, my dad died when i graduated from high school at 18. Everything changed ! The shock of it made my mom lose her company job and the money she was making from her hair business still sustained us...it was just the both of us. The only difference was that the period even when my dad was going bankrupt seemed better than now that my mom could take care of us with just her hair business.

She made sure i got admission into the University. My mom was always there for me. I literally didn't have friends as i entered the university and that was clearly because my high school friends all got admission into universities like Harvard and the likes of it. My mom was my only family, my number one friend, safe space.....name it! I just couldn't get away from her sight.

We were still okay until when i entered the second level. The next bad thing that occurred was the failure of my mom's hair business. She was gradually getting into debt and while she was trying to pay off suppliers, the business kept going down.

Yet, we were still a bit fine. We weren't begging for food or paying rent because we lived in my dad's house.

But here, this moment....my mom was beginning to sell out things, properties and whatnot, and it was just driving me crazy coz we haven't gotten that poor yet that we have to.start selling things. She just started giving reasons....back to the earlier story..<<<<<