My mum finally got around to convincing Mary to relieve Susan of the burden and take me up. Mary is our second born sister. She was married with four children. Her firstborn was older than me so I was not going to be the firstborn.
I got to pack my things and move to Mary’s house. Everything was different here. The house was a huge massionette and I was sharing a room with my niece Sarah, her third born. They were very friendly and inviting. I started getting used to it here. There was a house girl who was doing her job and I was not forced to do her work. I was comfortable and relaxed. It was fun being here, only to realize that my happiness was to be short lived.
No sooner had I settled, than I was packing to return to Susan’s house. I must have spent days only at her house. Mary took the opportunity to take me back to Susan’s. As we entered the living room, Susan was all smiles and I just broke down into tears. I was overwhelmed with disappointment and so many questions for God were running through my mind. So they waited for me to calm down and asked why I was crying. I bluntly admitted that I did not want to return to her house. One of the many things I regretted ever saying because what followed was unbelievable. On the table where they sat, were some containers for carrying food. She quickly grabbed one and threw it at me. It hit me on the head. I was immediately yanked and given a few slaps. I guess she could not stand the shame of being rejected.
It had been so that Susan had convinced Mary how I was a very difficult child to live with and she is the only one who could handle me. For Mary that was a burden off but I wished she could have told Susan that she was willing to see it for herself because staying with her for a few days had not produced any evidence of Susan’s allegations. Mary was soft spoken and easily persuaded and I did not know her much to start begging her to go with me. Better the devil you know than the angel you don’t know I guess.
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