I’ve never imagined a life without papa. He was everything to me, he was always there. When I learnt to ride a bike, when I cried because of a boy, when I was overwhelmed with school work, papa was always there. The concept of papa dying was foreign to me, I just never thought about it. What was I going to do without him? Was life worth living without him? I rushed to the hospital after mama's phone call, Zac by my side. As if my day couldn’t get any worse.Mama was pacing around. If you knew mama, then you knew she paid great attention to her looks. Unlike me, her hair was always done, her fingers and toes were well kept no matter how hard she worked. The woman's pacing was different from my mother. She had lost so much weight, how had I not noticed? I had been so consumed with my own problems that I failed to see that my family was suffering. Mama's hair was a mess, her clothes were mismatched and she looked like she had been crying for days. “Mama,” I cried as I rushed to her,
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