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Well the following day i work up and found that the whole story had changed and i was actually been blamed for her death..even the cousin who was with me that particular night changed the story too and said that i was the one who had actually come with the milk and gave it to my loving grandma..i was only nine years old and i did not know how to defend myself or who would actually believe me if i told them that i did not have any money to purchase a packet of milk??Even those who knew how much i loved my grandma all of them started judging me but what did not make sense to me is why if they believed that i had killed her why not report it to the police??They rubbed it in my face every other day after that to a point that i actually started believing it myself..i always had nightmares until recently that's when they stopped and i came to a realization that this people only wanted someone to blame for their doings and i guess i was the perfect candidate for it all.
There are so many times i tried to commit suicide just to be with my grandma but was never successful.I mourned for her for a very long time and although my brothers were there and never left my side at any given time i still felt alone and as if my world had suddenly come to an end...my teachers all knew my grandma and when they heard that i was been accused for her death they all made my life miserable in school apart from one madam who truly believed in my innocence and encouraged me to work hard and not to allow what anyone says get to me but how could i do that when i was left all alone to fight my own battles and nobody cared weather i lived or died...
After grandma left life became so hard for my brothers and i so my aunties and uncles decided to take us in to live with them little did i know that we were been separated for life or that i was actually going to drop school for one year to work as a house girl in my aunties house???(story for another day) so when you see me happy please let me be I deserve that shit I have been through too much. This is not even half of the story but keep it here and I will tell you all about me hope you will get inspired coz I have been able to overcome all these to become the woman that I am today. Please don't pity me.
My grandma was my world I loved her with all my heart and since her death only Benson my son has been able to occupy that hole in my heart the way she did. Those who keep asking me why I don't believe in love the reason is because I loved my grandma so much and she was taken away from me just like that and it broke me so yeah there you have it guys no man broke my heart for those who have been asking but my grandmas death did.

The only true love that exists is just the one b2n you and your heart.Its only your heart that knew you didn't do it and decided to be strong no matter how many times you tried to break it... I think you should pay back your heart for standing with you when nobody else including you won't.let that plant of love that your heart waters everyday shoot again...
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