@Immaculata
Lonely Days
"tufia". This has become her song morning, afternoon and night. The big house, the two deserted expensive cars, even her treasured truck full of wrappers all means nothing to her. Of what use is all these when her life has become a home to nothingness. Her desperateness has torn her child's life apart. If only she had listened. But the mistake has been made, the mistake that has also cost her her husband.
She sits helplessly on her once treasured armchair watching her marriage crumble. . As the pick up van that carries her husband's property exits the house, she mutters again, "tufia". He left not even a pin belonging to him in the house. He took away every memory. He only left her the same words, "have a good life in the ruins of the damage you have caused". She still hears the voice of her only child, "mama you have ruined my life". She never regretted forcing her daughter into an unwanted marriage untill last week. She visited her in-law's house only to see her daughter hanged to the ceiling and her son-in-law lying in the pool of his own blood. She mutters again, "tufia". If only she was content with the little she had. If only she allowed her only child to be. Now she has lost all that she was afraid of loosing; her husband, her daughter and her happiness. It has become too late for regrets. She stands abruptly from her chair and makes for the street. She will go to wherever her feet leads her but definitely not back to the ruins she has made. She knows this marks the beginning of her lonely days. But what punishment is there to suffice for what she has done? Tufia
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