My name is Lucia ,am 13years old. I grew up in a small town called Nketha and later on moved to Pumula were I continued my primary studies after my mom passed away.
My family was not rich but we afforded to live a regular lifestyle. My mother was a vegetable vendor, she would wake up early in the morning every weekday and prepare me for school. While I eat my breakfast she would be packing her vegetables in a big sag getting ready for her day.
Everyday she walked me to the school gate and watched me until I entered my class then she opens her sag of vegetables and sit right next to the school fence. She would sit there and sell until my class is out then we go back home together, it was out daily routine.
My father worked at a company that I don't know, but it was out of the country. I really never missed him cause I didn't know him that much he only came home during holidays so we can spend them as a family.
One holiday he came home and vacation plans were made as a family ,we prepared everything that we needed. As we wer packing our stuff in the car my mom fell down and hit the edge of a broken rock that was at the back of the house.
She went silent for a moment, blood was all over the ground and I just stood there helplessly watching my dad panicking screaming for help, within minutes neighbors were already there to help out .
I watched them cutting her hair and putting bandage on the would and I just stood there quiet with tears in my eyes.My dad quickly drove her to the hospital and he left me with my neighbors. That day my dad came back late without my mom.
Her situation was very bad ,I knew it because he asked me to go out when he was about to deliver the news to the neighbor.I ran fast to the back of the house were there was a window of the room they were sitting in.
I quietly listened to their conversation, my mom had suffered severe brain damage and sadly my dad had to go back to work in the morning so he left me under the neighbors care.
Days went by and I was slowly adjusting to the life of my mom not being around.My dad used to go sometimes to visit her until one day he came back from the hospital and he took longer to open the house door after parking his car.
I looked through the window and I saw him reaching out to a wheelchair, there was someone else in the car .He carefully picked up that person and put her on the wheelchair, when I took a closer look "it was my mom ".
I was supposed to be happy that she is home, I don't know why but it made me so sad. Not that I ddnt love her anymore but the state that she was in was not good at all for someone that got discharged. I asked myself "ain't she supposed to be better?"
She looked so fragile and very weak, she had lost a lot of weight and her eyes couldn't look up she was always looking down.My dad pushed her wheelchair to the house ,took her to the bedroom and she lied down.
A few minutes after there was a knock by the door, it was my aunty Primrose my mother's little sister.She was welcomed and they set in the living room .She was gonna stay with me and my mom because the hospital discharged her since she was not getting any better.
As always my dad went back to work in the morning but this time around he never came back to visit us.