NOTE: THIS IS A TRUE STORY BASED ON GIRL FROM NIGERIA.....
Hi, my name is Aliya and I was born to a not so compatible family, my mom (Kemi) was married before and had two children, first was a girl named Ire and the second is a boy named tobi, things got complicated then my mom got married to my father (Ibrahim) and then had five children, first is a girl named samiat, second and third disappeared in mum's belly.. then forth is a boy but died immediately he was born, and yeah!!... the last is me....
Aunty Ire stayed in my mum's village with relatives while tobi stayed with my aunt...
I had to go to the hostel with my sis who seniors me with 7yrs... my first day at the hostel felt sad and far from home and soon enough I got pretty attached to it... then during the holidays.. my sis and I go back home and visit relatives... then it began to change... my dad won't come home for three to five days and when I turned seven... things took quite a turn...
My dad and mum argued and would stay away from each other... one very day.. a lady came over to our house and I was damn young to know what was happening.. soon when I got back to hostel... my provisions and pocket money had reduced and then my school fees were never paid on time... I used to get prices and discount for paying early and now it's changed... when I turned 10 in grade 6.. I stopped hostel and had to use the bus... my sis who I call my world left school and it felt lonely without her even if she's way older...
I had to stay with my aunty cause my mum stayed with grandma and had no where to stay