All that was how it all began, but now, it's another story. You see, I'm now living with the man that knocked my Mom down, I was living with his family where I have been automatically made a slave outside of Mr Drew's presence, yes..... His name is Drew, Mr Drew Johnson.
He was already married when that incident occurred and it has been six years already, his wife was pregnant when I came to live with them, now they had a five years old boy named Emmanuel and also a three years old girl named Anya, the name of his wife is Angela, Angela is the woman who has turned me into a house boy whenever Mr Drew wasn't around, and the situation here is that, I don't care, house boy or not, whatever I am doing is for my own benefits and her children's loss.
About my mom, Mr Drew has been the one taking care of her medical health after that incident, he was the one that got her there, so he's also the one taking care of the mistake he did six years ago. My mom was now residing in the sick people's home, her mental health was damaged in the accident, where she happened to land on the floor, her head hitting the ground with force and blood flowing down, though I am not happy with her situation, but it's much better that she's still alive rather than dead.
Mr Drew took it up for himself to provide me with what my mom can't, he's the one training me in school, looking after my mom and also having shelter under his roof, despite he was paying for his mistakes, I also made up my mind to help serve his home and make sure he doesn't get bothered about anything, his home should be a place he finds peace, rather than another uncomfortable area he has been to.
Despite the fact I was too humbled and living responsibly, my rights are nothing to be tampered with, Mr Drew himself saw it first hand at the hospital when I had to push the nurse away just to force my way into that room, I don't care, until you step in to block my path, which none of them does, except Mrs Angela who keeps trying to get under my nerves sometimes.
I went to the caring house where my mom lives, I went into her room, getting her some presents. The worst thing about my mom's health is that, sometimes, she doesn't recognize me, most times actually, whenever she does remember me, it's always the ten years old boy she always visioned, not the current me, always talking about her boy, as much as I try to let her know that I am him, she just doesn't get it, and the doctors and nurses has advised me not to push her too hard, or else she might forget everything about me in general, something that I will never allow to happen, not on my watch.
The fact my mom doesn't also walk makes it more heartbreaking, she now relies on the wheelchair because her legs were damaged in the accident that happened six years ago, it feels just like I lost my mom, what's left of her is only her physical look, with her legs not usable too. I was just feeling heartbroken whenever I am here to visit, to see how she's going on with life, even though she doesn't fully recognizes me, I just accept her the way I saw her, but within me, I still haven't forgiven Mr Drew for what happened, I still blame him for my mom's condition, he still sees them on my face and always looks bad for himself for making me go through this.
I decided to take my mom around the compound on her wheelchair, I took her outside, as I began driving her around gently, not knowing whether she even knows it's me or not.
“ Have I ever told you about my boy?.....”, she asked me. The first time she once asked me this, I tried to explain to her that I knew, and that put her in a terrible situation, the second and third time, I said no which usually makes her happy as she jumps into explanation, I remember the other time I replied Yes, she felt bad, the experience that day was something I would never wish to happen again, so whenever she asks me, she always gets the same answer, no, and that makes her jump into conversation. Even if that's the only thing I can talk about with her, I really appreciate it now, at least she can always remember me when I was a boy, but the endings are not usually impressive, because it always ends up with her in tears.
“ No ”, I replied to her question. “ Oh..... How I wish you've met him, he's such a loving boy and really cute, he's the best thing that ever happened to me, he's the reason for my smile, the reason I live, he's the one I have been waiting for, always expecting him to come in through the door and come give me a hug.... Did you know that God really exists, I never really believed it until I gave birth to him, his presence changed my life, he's the reason I smile and also the reason I will never give up hope, he loves me with all his heart, those tiny hearts of his, always beating for mummy.... If only I can see him and tell him that I am okay, so he would stop worrying about me.....”.
Hearing her say those words every time really breaks my heart, I can never get used to them, despite this are the exact words she usually says whenever she's describing me, I'm still not used to the compliments coming from her, she always makes me remember what a beautiful mother I have.