Pamela.
I've never been one to believe in fairy tales. In fact where I come from there's nothing like fairy tails.
Ghana is a small country with normal people, located at the western part of Africa.
Ever since I could remember I've always been told that I couldn't have everything that I wanted in life and gradually I leant to believe that.
When I was younger I'd hope that one day mum would come for me but she never did. She traveled abroad when I was much younger with promises that she'd be back for me.
Dad just listens to what his wife tells him and acts on it without checking with me if it's true or not. He'll just beat me up and reign insults upon me.
I didn't have friends cause I wasn't allowed to have one. My dad was strict with me, never allowed me to do anything apart from house chores. Even going to school came with great difficulties.
The only friend I had that I could sneak out sometimes to meet was Gideon. He was a sweet boy slightly older than me. He was 15 years old while I was 12. He was my only friends until one day he had to move abroad with his family for school. He promised to come back sometime to visit but never did.
I never forgot him I just moved on, even as a child I knew not to rely on promises. The only one I could rely on was me. And only me.
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This is my story.....
The pain, the agony, the hurt, the heartache and later on the romance.