Chapter Sixteen

Warning: Mature content.

Octavia

The day of Mom's funeral was a beautiful bright and sunny day, so sunny that I knew it'd end up in an angry rain, because when I was four years old, and mom would braid my hair into tight neat cornrows at the balcony, she'd say;

"O.C look, the sun is really angry, your grand father would say the day would end up in an angry rain."

And I'd look up at the sun for sometime and take my eyes off when my eyes twitched  and saw various colored shapes and designs, from staring too much at the sun. And I saw them clearer when I closed my eyes assuming I would see them no more.

She'd pull me close to her bosom and let me lean on them and soothed the crying little me, because her braids where always tight and painful that I'd have to stretch my neck like