My Childhood Memories of a Child Abandoned by His Parents
The sun was splendid, the yellow rays were going straight thorough my face, I felt the warmth of my eyelids that were closed covering my eyes. My cat lucky was sitting in my lap. When i try to brush her back. Lucky was standing crossed other side of the street. I was confused. I started to go after her but I could not reach her; she was so closed to me; but when I try to reach her, she is far way. I fell out from my bed to the ground. Thought it was just dream, it hurt so much that I began to cry.
My parents split up when I was nine years old. My dad took my brother with him, and went back to Somalia. My mother became depressed and sad because she still had feeling for my dad, and she did not got it over yet. My grandfather decided that my mother should leave the state and go to different state, since their are a lot memories of my dad in the house. My mother agreed, to leave and started all over. Therefore, she left me with my grandfather.
it wasn’t bad staying with my grandfather, matter fact he get me a lot of things that my parent used say no to. My grandfather did everything for me so I could feel happy. However, deep down I was feeling that my parent abandon me, and that I was just neglected child.
Worst part was that my neighborhoods used call me unlucky child, because the day my mother found out, she was pregnant with me. It was the day; my father started having affair with other women. matter fact when my mother was giving birth to me; the same day my father was getting marry to other woman. (Islamic religious allows Muslim men to have four wives at same time). Some of my neighborhood believed that I bring bad luck to my family.
My grandfather suggested that we should leave the neighborhood, and move to new neighborhood. I told him that those rumors do not bother me. Moreover, the house was the only memory I had from my family, and am not leaving it behind because of stupid rumors. However, it started getting to me in fifth grade, when I tried to make friend with my classmate and they said that their mother told them not to play with kid like me because I was unlucky one.
Year passed, and I did not have friend or anyone to talk to but my grandfather, and still people called me “unlucky child “. I was depressed, and I felt that I was isolated from my classmate, and everyone that was around me, but it all change when I met lucky.
The first time I saw my cat, it was a dreary early morning and I was waiting for the school bus, just minding my own business, when something touched my leg, I looked down to check what was touch me, then there was she black cat staring at me . I try to scare her, but she didn’t flinch one pit. I ignored her, but she keeps mawn at me. I though maybe she was hungry so I give her half of my launch, but she did not eat it, she just keep staring at me with her yellow eyes. The bus came so I left her
After that day, I used see the black cat everyday when I come back from school, and when am leaving. She used sit tree on our front yard, and wait for me to come out, everyday when I come outside she used run to me and e, she was follows me until, I reached my house but what amazed me was that she never went inside my house instead she just stand there looking at me. it was like she was waiting for me to invited her to my house.
