Rescue

When mom came into the house, she had a pot of water in which she poured into the bucket that was at the center of the small living room.

The vapor I saw coming out from the water made me scream with fear as I saw my fate dancing before me.

"Wait, mama, I hope you are not going to use that hot water on my leg, because I am not going to let you," I said in fright.

"Yes, the water is effective only when it is hot," she explained.

I let out a scream that meant that I wasn't in accordance with what was going on, this was purely rubbish, like for crying out loud, this water could rather peel off my skin from my flesh rather than reduce the pain that I was experiencing.

"No! no! no! Mama, there is no way that I am going to let you do that," I argued.

Mama had this stern look, it spoke for itself that she did not care about what I was doing, she had made plans for herself, and was going to such.