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I was six, I had the thoughts that everything was going well for myself and my siblings since we never got to hear of any disagreement or quarrels, we didn't even think that there was a thing that could make us grow up with her. She was always with us, singing and smiling for us, making sure we ate and making sure we were in the right character always. I can still remember a story dad told me that my younger sis almost had a mouth bad, like she never kept quiet when she sees something wrong or bad but she would never say it in a polite way. It changed with the help my mum.

I think I've written enough about this Incidence so I'm going to make this article a last time for me to refer back to that day as I feel I've lived in that past long enough. It wasn't a good day at all but it is part of those days that have shaped my life to what it is now. I don't know how much better or worse I'd have been if that day didn't happen as it did but one thing is I'll say for sure is that, things would definitely had happened differently.

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We had just got back from school excitedly because we knew how well she would treat us to something nice and make us relax before she make us do our home works, we knew exactly what we needed to do once we got home but that day turned out differently and it was even worse that I could understand what was going on, I wish I didn't now that I think about it. I was six then but it wasn't surprising that I understood all that was happening considering how smart I was while growing up. I stood in silence still in my school uniform, watching and hoping all I was witnessing was going to turn out as a big expensive joke but it kept getting real.

She was gone, in some words I remember that I heard *"She has gone to live a better life"* and I was like, *was I a bad daughter to her? Was there no better life for her where her kids are?* I kept asking myself questions that only made me end up crying and not silently, I cried so loudly that my siblings who understood nothing about the situation joined me in crying. Dad couldn't even look our way, he was more hurt I guessed but my aunt who had to visit that day came to our aid and tried all she could to keep us calm and ignorant of what was happening.

Everywhere was calm but my little siblings (*like I wasn't little too lol*) kept asking for our mum as it was around the time she would make us sleep and afterwards we do our homework. My aunt gave some explanations I didn't make any sense out of as it wasn't connecting to what I had thought had happened, my younger siblings believed her and slept off but I watched my aunt do the work I usually see my mum do. It got clearer by every move in the house that mum had really gone to find a better life for herself.

That day continued to play in my head whenever I was asked at school to bring my mum or my mates tells me what their mum does for them at home. I never got to brag like most kids did while growing up, I remember crying at school when I turned 10 and ever since then, I decided not to think back and cry about that day anymore. She came back but not to the house and that kind of ease off the pain she left us in that day. It was a memorable day, a sad memorable day for me but like the Nigerians would say, **We Move...**. </div>

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