Eighteen

Tonia, you are certainly a good girl. You indisputably tried your best, but God loves her more than you ever know, Mr. Badmus praised her.

"Your mom is proud of you, I'm sure even in death she still adores you, you did not let her down. You are an amazing daughter," Madam Florence ensured her.

Tonia continued with her story, Mr. Jack noticed my movement, he drove gently behind me and packed beside me "get inside the car," he said. I ignored him and kept moving. He was angry at my actions, so he got down from his car and tightened my hands. Some passersby wanted to ask a question before they did. He already cleared the air "I am her uncle," he said with a broad smile on his face and he held me firm by my right wrist.

There was a sac in my left hand that contained pieces of stuff like a stove, spoons, and plates. Since my mom and I always spent most of our days in the store, she created a space where we do all our cooking.

We drove for two minutes, no one wanted to initiate the convers