Continuing the story from last week.
The young freedom fighters failed, but uniting under a common goal made us allies … of a sort.
Pit was around this time that I started School, I remember that when I wasn't yet in school, the time when I could go with my Mother on errands was precious and special. Once in school, that time was much less and I missed it.
One fateful day I was sick from school. I remember my excitement at quality time with my mother, but there was a neighborhood child, the only two things I remember was that he was snotty, and annoying. That day as I stayed with my mother I saw her share her "my time" with this stranger. I was as jealous as a child can get, I don't remember much, but I do remember being frustrated by it.
It's funny to think back, I bet that baby is probably nearing thirty now.SHARE