I miss you mum 9 (story by Dindy)

I miss you mum 9 (story by Dindy)

I MISS YOU MUM EPISODE 9 (STORY BY DINDY)
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Most people don’t know my story and that of my family, all they see is me and my smiling face. We are one family, but one is missing.
The most important person that makes our home complete was missing. Everything that made my house to be a home was missing.
What is life when you don’t have a mum?, what is life when your life feels like dirt. What is a home without a mum?, what is family without a mum? what is a happy family without the smile of a mother.
What is a family photo without a mother?, where is the joy of a home when there is no mother. What is the soul aim of a full home, when there is no mother.
After I lost my mum, my life was hard and I was unhappy. I blamed God for making me loose her.
My mum was the only person that ever believed in me and I trusted her so much. She always advised and supported me in everything I did.
My mum was the only love of my life.
Now death has taken her far away [crying], even the church was seriously injured by my mum’s death. Some People left the church and rumors spread everywhere.
People said all sort of things against my mum (some said nice things). It was also very hard for my dad, he was always trying to look strong, but I knew he was dying inside him.
There was a day, I went to his room to ask him something. I was about to knock on his door, when I heard “CHIDINMA”.
–My mum’s name is chidinma, a beautiful name right?, I’m truly sorry for not telling you guys a long time ago–.
“Why did you leave me so soon”, he said with a crying voice.
When i heard his crying voice, I paused and cried a little, then I stoped crying and cleaned tears off my eyes.
I tried to look as normal as possible, then i knocked on his door.
“Yes, who is it?”, he asked.
“It’s me dad”, I replied.
“Come in, the door is open”, he replied back.
When I opened the door, I saw him cleaning tears off his eyes.
“Neil what do you want?” he asked –After my mum dead, my dad started calling me Neil, but sometimes he calls me Junior–.
“Daddy I came to ask you for your shoe polish”, I said standing very close to him.
“Okay let me check my closest”, he said.
My eyes went to the direction where he sat and I saw my mum’s pix, right under his pillow. I was about to take it, when he came back from the trip to his closest.
“Neil here is the polish”, he said.
I took it and went to my room.
On getting to my room, I remembered my mum once again and the love she showed me. I stood beside my room door and my fantasy began
“If only I can have one chance to see her, to hold her, to hug her and to tell her all the things I want to. I wish I could hear ‘I love you Neil’ from her once more”.
“If only I could just meet her, where she is now. If only I could just see her in my front, if only I could just play with her”.
I stood there over 30mins without knowing. When I got myself, i went inside my room and straight to my bed to lay down……
…….THREE HOURS LATER………
“Neil neil neil neil”, called a voice.
“Who could be calling me by this time of the night?”, I asked myself.
I stood up and went out to see who was calling me. when I got out, I saw no one.
I was about to go back inside, when I saw my mum wearing pure white.
“Neil it’s me”, she said.
I was astonish when I saw her.
“Good Bye Neil”, she said.
“No mum don’t go”, I said.
She started disappearing bit by bit, i tried touching her, but I only succeeded touching cold air.
“Mum where are you!, mum Please come to me!, mum please stay!, mum please come back to me! [crying]. Mum I miss you!, God why did you have to take away the only person that ever loved me! [Crying]. Mummy mummy mummy”, I said with tears and pain in my heart……..
Suddenly, I woke up shouting “Mummy”. I looked around, but I didn’t see her. I placed my left hand on my forehead, while different thoughts ran through my mind.
“How can I live like this? Is there a way to bring my mum back to life. What if my mum is still alive? is my mum really leaving me for good? Is she really dead?”, I thought to myself.
I finally came back to my senses, that my mum has left me forever. I fell backwards on my bed with tears in my eyes……… To be continue….
“When warmness fills my heart”.
STORY BY DINDY AKA NNAMDI
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