I was just a five year old with trembling hands i stood on the street which i was familiar with.
Drenched with rain together with my father and brother looking for my mother who said she'd be home by dinner.
Days went by n i was again standing with trembling hands in the courtroom having to choose between parents. I chose my dad thinking he'd love and support me forever.
5 years later i stood in a wedding hall with trembling hands seeing my stepmother smile uhh I'll finally be loved and supported.
1 year later at the age of 11 i stood at the doorstep of my uncle with trembling hands. Dad had disowned me. I guess he had a family of his own. Uncle had own kids to look after.
I just needed support and love. Dear mom when i cried for u did u hear i guess not. Wish u were here