LOVE POTION

 My name is Paloma, the first child of my family. I am seventeen years today, I was born in scotswood, Newcastle in England where my parents lived, my parents had moved into the town out of Saint Peters, when father decided to establish his gin company, he had to leave Saint Peters due to some sought of indigenous crisis. This year is 1873,  the age of gin and the shadow stories of love potions: people get so drunk that they won't even go to work. This is an age where at least one out of two parents is a drunker, almost every man is a drunk. So many a couple will be so be drunk that they will beat their children leaving them with fatal injuries without any reason to point to. Majority of a clergy of priests are not left out of the spirit of the gin age, some priests have been caught countless of times drinking gin in the name of the church communion wine.Out of every five couples, three were married as one partner had successfully hypnotized by the other with the use o

For eight years, I and my two kid sisters together with my mother suffered hell, my mother had been compelled to look for a cleaning job in a Backery here in Scotswood, Newcastle shortly after my dad passed away, we also moved to a small apartment which my mom could afford the rent. We had been compelled to go into the new apartment one year after the demise of my dad, we were forcefully move out of our apartment. Feeding became a challenge, all my father's investment were claimed by a strange woman who had proven to be the next of kin to my father, she claimed all his investments and properties. My mom told us how that the lady by the name kate was to get married to my dad, but that she was preferred over her. Mother explained further how he had caught father several times going on a date with lady Kate four years into their marriage, she told me also how she had fought to endure with my dad, in spite of all the pain that my father had caused her, so she did not put much blames on

The next day again, Mr. Ben walked into the house with my mother, we ran to welcome them both, at least since Mr. Ben set his feet into our house, we eat to our fill, he always bought for us some chocolates. That day on their arrival, as we sat in the living room, mother brought out a bag; from the bag, she handed over to each of us a pair of T.shirt and a trousers. We laughed at the top of our voices, as everyone of us examined her own pair. "These are not all." mother informed us, "by next month, we shall be moving into a bigger apartment where you will have your own different rooms." Hearing what she said, we jumped and celebrated, hugging mom and Mr. Ben. "That is not all." Mother informed us quickly, you all will be going back to school as school resumes," "Oh! Sweet hot dog!" I yelled and jumped out and in of our cushion. Our house was filled with the ambience of excitement... Mr. Ben chuckled as he watched us expressed ourselves in happiness, my mom then looking at