ADDICKTED
“Remember the family you are coming from. Be a good girl and make us proud. May God be with you”. Those were mother’s words this morning before I left for school. She gave me a kiss on my forehead and a hug that felt as if it was the last time she would see me. In the bus, mother’s words where the only passengers in the train of thoughts choo-chooing on the tracks in my head. “Make us proud”. I have always made her proud ever since I could recite my ABC. I never disappointed her neither did I ever think of doing so; the sole reason being that I always wanted to see her smile whenever I accomplished any goal. She wanted me to be the best, I was the best. She wanted me to be decent, I was decent. She wanted me to be Godly, I was Godly and never missed a service. It was not until recently that I felt something wet in between my legs while I watched a movie Kim told me was blue that I forgot mother and who she wanted me to be. It started with Kim. I had told her that after watching t
