I grew in a not so affection filled environment, where my mom was always busy with my siblings. I guess that's why I never liked her , was desperate for attention too until I met him.
He was shy , cute and the most beautiful guy I have ever seen, even though I was just five I decided he was going to be mine.
I wanted him so badly that I forgot the age difference, yeah he was 8,we didn't date , I didn't get him like I wanted, you know this thing about fate timing.
Mine was cruel because I never had the chance to talk to him, it was like he knew I was desperate for you know attention but didn't want me, how did I l know this you would ask , because I saw that same shy guy talking and playing with my friends.
I was hurt at first but I moved past him only because after I found out, we relocated, talk about bad timing, I cried to sleep that night , my mom didn't know the reason cause if she did, I would be dead.
Yeah I came from an African home where you have to not spare the rod and spoil the child and as the first born the responsibilities even at 5 was already there.
So I could only silently mourn my broken heart alone that night.