Tears of a Silent Struggle (Episode 3): A Day of Humiliation and Dreams
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Episode 3: A Day of Humiliation and Dreams
That night, I wept myself to sleep, my heart heavy with grief and confusion.
I couldn’t understand why life seemed so cruel.
When morning came, I was awoken by a knock. One of the maids stood at the door.
“Your aunty wants to see you,” she said, her eyes showing little concern.
I quickly changed and went to the mansion.
My aunty was lounging on the couch, dressed in a pink bathrobe, sipping from a glass of wine. She gestured for me to sit on the floor.
“Are you a fool?” she asked, her voice sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.
I was stunned.
My eyes drifted to the floor, trying to avoid her piercing gaze.
Before I could gather my thoughts, she yelled again, accusing me of embarrassment and incompetence.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, tears falling against my will. But my apology meant nothing. A glass of wine was hurled at me, staining my dress.
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Humiliated, I left her presence and collapsed in my room, crying out to God. "Why am I going through this, Lord? I thought You were my friend!"
After a while, I dragged myself up, changed into a clean dress, and got to my chores.
The mansion was busy, and I was tasked with dressing chickens.
Although hard work, this was one of the few things I looked forward to, as the maids and I would share the small parts we cleaned off.
Later that day, my uncle told me the twins were leaving for America the next day.
Bitterness filled my heart.
I couldn’t understand how my own family could treat me like this.
That night, I found solace in a funny novel, the pages offering me an escape. But even my dreams mocked me.
I dreamt that I was the one flying to America to study literature, a dream so vivid it hurt.
When I woke up, I couldn’t help but feel crushed by the contrast between my fantasies and my reality.
Morning came harshly. My aunty woke me up, splashing cold water on me. Her words were harsher than the water.
I hurried to the mansion, where the twins, excited for their journey, had me pack their clothes.
As they talked about their dreams of seeing the Statue of Liberty and living in America, I remained quiet.
When they asked me if I knew what the statue was, I answered calmly, “I’ve seen it in books.”
They laughed at me, calling me a village girl.
Faith even cruelly joked that the closest I’d ever get to flying was on a broom. I felt my dignity crumble.
That afternoon, as they left for America, I cleaned their room and returned to mine.
The bitterness, the jealousy, and the pain weighed me down. I didn’t eat; instead, I let my emotions consume me as I drifted into restless sleep.
The rain poured heavily that night, its sound on the roof mirroring the storm in my heart.
I sang quietly to myself, recalling songs from my childhood.
But even that comfort was fleeting.
My tears returned, streaming down as I gazed at the ceiling, questioning how much longer I could endure this life.
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