Writing Expedition ✍️, Have Fun while Writing!(Story of my life)

INTRODUCTION

Good day, ladies and gentlemen, my friends and my loved ones.

Today I will like to share the story of my life with you.

I was born into the family of Mr. and Mrs. Amechi, who were natives of Umudioka in the Dunkofia local government area of Anambra State. who were very happy on welcoming their 2nd child.

That day was a great day for them.
I was born with a great history that no one in my family will forget in a horror.

I was born with sugrey, and my mother neare died on the spot, but thanks for God's intervention.

Life hasn't been fair to us as we were managing in order to survive in the wicked world.

My mom had another baby, which I thank God was a boy. My dad's joy knows no bond as he welcomes his hair.

He was very happy; at least he has a male child, and we continue managing our lives, hoping that one day our lives will change for the better one day

Until one darkest day of my life—the day I lost my mom. We woke up that morning not seeing my mom or dad around, and we were very worried.

We decide to wait, hoping that they will return to wherever they went as soon as possible. Suddenly we heard our anuty voice.

We were happy thinking that our anuty came to visit us. We rush down Staries.

And behold, our aunt was crying. We looked in to our compound, and there was a crowd. Some were shouting while others were crying. We were confused.

I was busy asking some questions, which no one was ready to answer until my aunt decided to open up. She carried my little brother up, hidden me and my big sister up, and said,

"Your mother is dead."

That word immediately rushed to my head and was interrupted by my brain. I began to act abnormal, and I cried my eyes out.

I was 6 years old then, and as little as I am now, I already know the meaning of death and what it could do to someone's life.

Death can limit ones future and can even make ones future not come true.

I letter learned that my mom was rushed to the hospital by my father that morning when she was in labour because she is pregenant, and before they could reach the hospital, she had already started bleeding, and before she could rush to the emergency room, she had already given up to a ghost, living her children and husband in the hands of this wicked word.

I and my siblings never knew the meaning of motherless until that day.

We were taken to our maternal home (our mother's town) to stay there for some time so that our father could prepare for the burial and also to cool his mind because it is not easy to lose a wife.

On the burial day, we came back to our home to make the proper ritual as her beloved children. That day was another terrible day of my life.

I could not watch them lower my mom into the grave. I could not believe that my mother is no more. I could not believe that I am now a motherless child.

I cried my eyes out. I never ate anything that day. In fact,infact I lost my appetite for the whole week.

I mourn my late mother for the rest of my life.

Things never became normal after the departure of my mother.

Things were more difficult for us, but I thank God that we are still surviving.

After the burial of my mother, we were to leave with my maternal grandmother (my mother's mother), who treats us well, knowing fully well that we are also her children.

My grandma died 3 years after my mother's death; I was 9 years old then.
After the burial we were to come back to our home town to stay in the care of my father and face our lives.

I am now 15 years old and still living with my dad and two siblings, hoping for a better tomorrow, until my sister introduces me to this wonderful plat form (steeemit).and I hope with this platform I will be able to achieve my aim and dreams of being a creative writer.

Thanks for reading.

I will like to invite my lovely friends @dove11
@stef1 @uzma4882to join in this contest