2 Chapter 3

I wanted to get away from the place where I called home and from the people who I called family .I saw them as my own but they never noticed me , all that they ever wanted was for I to make sure that I feed the family and work as a slave for the benefit of the family.

It hurts to see your beloved parent especially your mother to never give a damn about you and showing her true colors when her abondoned son returns home with some few dollars to feed the family. She started being harsh to me for no reason and pampering my other siblings ,I always reminded myself that I don't have to care because I had one goal and that is to be successful and overcome people's bullshits at any costs.

As time was passing , I worked more than harder Everytime and started bunking some of my school classes or not going at all but I made sure that I got back ups from some of the students who I used to be friends with. And surprisingly I did well in my tests but never gave up on using my strength on working to save up money and feeding my family .

I was never a talkative person but a hard working one .I spent some times at night doing my school homeworks and keep on motivating myself to keep on working and saving up so that I could move outside my home town and start my own life with no one's pressure.Actually it felt so good thinking about not being a burden to my family nor anyone , it made me think that I was all alone and i felt proud of myself even though it was only me who stood up for myslef,

Through my earnings I bought myself a motorcycle which helped me on doing my hard works but I didn't tell any one about it but I hid it from my family knowing if they catch it in their hands, It would never ever be mine ever again .I kept it hidden on one of my one and only uncle who used to like me and helped me a lot of times even though he is busy throughout the weeks , I mean he is also a parent and he needs to take care of his family too, without him in this poor city who could work for his family to survive?

" No one but him , only him" and I was determine to follow his footsteps but I want to get higher than him , higher than anyone in my small town so that

" i could show them that i am still the same henry who was unnoticed and he did the impossible "

I vowed at the moment to never ever let people be proud of me and to never ever take a complement because no one deserves to do so , " than my uncle Richard . "As I grow up I find it hard to believe that a distant person would ever care about you ..

Especially him " my uncle" , he had children of my age ,he tried helping his children but "I guess they didn't want to take the same path of their fathers to work hard but chose to be some street vendors," I can't help but feel really bad for him because he has been trying his best to make sure that his children get good education but they are the ones who do not wnat to , I really envied them slots nd I really wnated Uncle richard to be my father if possible so that I could share with him what plans I had for the future and more to share my affection with him , he looks so wasted and neglected by his own family ..

"But whose fault is it?

Is it his fault that he married and made irresponsible babies?

Is it his fault taht he is trying to work hard for his family?

Is it his fault that he developed a close yet distant relation with me? "

As I was getting older , I used to carry blocks which were used for building different things at the home town . I used to put them and carry them on my vehicle for fast and safe deliveries,through that I managed to earn lots but still it wasn't enough for what I wanted to do and looking for but I didn't give up .

In a short time ,I became famous in my home town and so I got a lot of opportunities for working with more important people in the town . I never lost an opportunity when I got a work , I gave it all of my strength and menatility too so that I wouldn't end up screwing up the job so that I could get good money .

At home no one new I have been saving up money or plans of leaving the house ,I wanted to keep it that way to avoid the misunderstandings with my family members especially my mom. She became really selfish when she learnt that I started working and earning .She saw me as a source of income to her but I couldn't care less .

"I asked myself is it really her fault that she became who she is ? "

the mother who chooses over her children on who to love and care? Or being so greedy in what I usually bring at home and only cares about money ? ..

I asked myself almost every single day and then I had a conclusion saying that she became what she was because maybe "how her husband used to treat her " but still that wasn't the reason which I wanted to believe .

I mean she gave birth to seven of us but doesn't she feel the connection that she had with her children? The pain she went through the labor process?Or did she forget the years which we all suffered alot but how we kept on ecouraging each other ? Also the days which she used to cry because of being who we were "the poorest" and being beaten by her husband? I was so stunned by her new grown behaviour but I shrugged it off like it was nothing.

What I know is that this woman gave birth to me but she never shown me an ounce of affection or love .But how would that even happen when she kept on bearing more and more children each and everyday ? I always expected less because I knew she has a lot to take care of but as one of her child I should never say anything about it because it was bounded to be that way because of her reponsibilities for being a wife and also a mother.

How is it?