My grandmum visited my mum's mother it was fun seeing her after a very long time.
New York is a far place how was your flight asked by my mum, I losted my grandpa at age seven my ma ma was living.
With her boyfriend in New York, and advised my mum to get a man like she did that she was young and needed to move on.
Which me and my siblings like the idea so I can stop buying drinks and cigarettes, but my mum rejected the offer and said she was fine and doesn't need anyone else.
We later had spaghetti for dinner because it was ma ma's favorite and the following morning, I went to work only to find out I was framed for theft.
Since I was born I have never token what doesn't belong to me, I was fired and sent out on my way home.
I saw my sister running towards me crying, saying our house has been robbed, the little money I was saving up was stolen too.
If that wasn't enough my kid brother got his first heart break and was angrily coming, I asked what happened he said she was just using me, who ??? My sister asked Linda.
Your girlfriend I asked, she's not my girlfriend she has a boyfriend and was using me to get her boyfriend jealous that she's sorry I will find someone better.
I just walked out my brother said so I started comforting the both of them, getting home my mum was shouting and destroying the place because she couldn't find her whiskey.
I calmed her down and went across the street to get what we will have for dinner, with some drinks and cigarettes with the little money on me which was not even enough I promised the salesperson.
I would pay him tomorrow after coming from work, I went to my room and was crying because I got fired for something I didn't do, how will I pay the salesperson, just lamenting to myself.
My mum and siblings knocking on the door, I quickly cleaned my face and acted like nothing was going on, my mum reached out to me and hugged me I felt like a boy not a man.
I just started crying, she whispered in my ear saying, I see everything you do to keep us going I love you. We cried together without them knowing the reason for my tears.
I got a call to the principal's office 'Sir I'm here, Mr parker your grades are going down it's better you take a break from school and fix things.
I went outside the school and saw a new restaurant opening, I quickly went across the road to ask if they were any vacancies available, luckily for me they have not started hiring.
So I did everything that day from cleaning, to attending to customers we had large number of customers because it's a great location where students can get access to home cooked meals.
Unlike the cafeteria in school which is not hygienic and only cooks one meal, but this restaurant cooks, intercontinental dishes.
I tried jollof rice, my Boss is a Canadian who got married to a Nigerian woman, it was sweet but very spicy. I worked really late that day and was rewarded handsomely, I paid the salesperson across the street I was able to work and pay attention in school now because the distance from where I worked and schooled isn't far again.
I could see my school mates and get notes from them, the corps caught the hoodlums that raided our house. My ma ma went back to New York
Months passed.
My former Boss which I called Big C came to my place of work, I was scared so I won't get fired again, so I refused to attend to customers that was sitting in his side until my new boss called me.
To attend to customers on this side, my Boss was talking to Big C and He started praising me and hyping me to Big C that I'm a workaholic. This made Big C remember me, and said I used to have someone like that until he was framed and I fired him.
I over heard the conversation and my hands shaked the plate fell and broke Big C and my new Boss rushed to me asking are you hurt ? What happened? Big C seeing me started apologizing.
Patrick was the one who framed you out of jealous, for the favors you were getting from me and customers. I have forgiven you a long time ago, I was scared at the thought of losing this job too.
Big C No.....no, I'm glad you are working here this man is a good man and would treat you well be good boy.
Mr Anthony a friendly neighbor who lived a blocked from ours, was a good friend to my mum, they smoked together, his a divorcee and his wife left him because he was a drug addict and introduced it to my mum.