what does life mean to you?

People say that life is a choice . Do you think so?

I was about four when my dad breathed his last, I really can't tell what led to his death. All I recall is that he migrated with me from Kampala city to Bushenyi, leaving my mother behind . I also don't recall my mother's appearance at all because I was too young by then.

He married another woman in Bushenyi and gave birth to my stepbrother *Victor *.

my father was a wealthy man with a lot of cattle and big pieces of land, but he never sent me and Victor to school . when I came to think of it, he and his wives were also illiterate. Is it a family thing 🤔?

My name is Victoria, bytheway. I kind of forgot to introduce myself. That's life anyway.

Losing a father at an early age is not a choice, and having a stepmother is also not a choice. To me, life has a different meaning to everyone.