Building Trust

The kind of family I come from "the African family'' the only thing I knew was to read my books and pray.

Mummy would come knocking on the door every morning for morning devotions and breakfast and as soon as that is done we go out to join the other kids in the school bus. I was excited because nothing seems happier than loving God reading my books and having family around to cater for my needs.

I was going to start Harvard soon and would meet new friends also I was excited about the fact that my dad had promised to buy me a a car immediately after high school if I do make him proud with my grades, this was the secret for my night readings and unending classes and Tutorials.

Helen was my only childhood friend was always around me although not with mummy always carefully looking out for both is anytime we were alone.

Helen had screamed my name from where I was in the bathroom to come open the door for her, as usual she was always around me even though she barely spoke to me I could always feel the pains in her voice but what could be the issue 😔😔although Helen's mum died when were were barely 8 years, her dad never remarried even though he was young and under pressure to remarry.