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*A Mother's Touch* By : Cecilia Pius Ihrivbogbe


 
                     

Growing up without a mother wasn't splendid, my mother wasn't dead she just wasn't living with us, I was only 6 when I went to live with my father, my father had custody of my two older siblings (I still don't know why,maybe because he's filthy rich).

 Father really did his best to train the three of us but you know it was can never be the same as if mother was present.  I always envied my friends who had both parents living under the same roof,they didn't know what they had,they had something I never had ; a mother's touch.

I can remember back in secondary school when we talked about our families and they mentioned their  mum this and their mum that, I never really had something to talk about because mine was scarcely ever around. She missed all the PTA meetings for which sometimes I got beaten by my teachers for.

I cried on every birthday because my wish was always to have her come back but she never did.  She only came visiting once or twice a month for the twelve years they've been separated. What would five or six days in a month help to achieve in catching up on school, life and stuff?.


                       

                    





There was never enough time for all three of us, I had one thousand and one things I wanted to share with her; the guys disturbing at, school ,puberty,relationships amongst many others.  It got to a point her visits became irrelevant because we had all grown up, we were now the ones doing the visiting practically trained myself.

 I learned how to talk, act,sit and behave like a lady all by myself But hey,I don't hate mother,I love her unconditionally, my mother isn't a bad person,in fact she's a rare gem and  I love her and father equally. You know sometimes you can't change what you can't choose. You learn to live with it and by it.

This made me stronger,it brought me closer to God,it made me believe and depend more on him,it made me realize you don't always need a mother to have good upbringing. Some of my friends always had their mother around and they don't have good lives. Although a mother helps to curb those things sometimes, it isn't a necessity...

*Being good or being bad is a choice!*. You make your own choice, you're the architect of your own life.

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