What could I do? My world was turned upside down. No time for my drawing that I loved to do. Usually, in my scarce free time, I'd ask for a piece of paper and a pencil to draw with.
Those days were just filled with a lump in my throat and a weight on my hip (what little waistline I had to tilt for Katchas to ride on).
When I wasn't blaming him for getting me into trouble, I was nice to him. While bathing him, sometimes I would hate him. The thing is, that he was just a little baby! Because I was a small child I couldn't see that.
It was so hard to be a little girl. And, just as hard to be baby, Katchas.
I scrubbed his diapers till my wrists were sore and red. Then, I'd bleach them in the hot sun by laying them wet with suds on top of the long sheet of zinc, with a few drops of lime juice for whitening.
I was aching tired at the end of each day that I felt life was too much for me. I just wanted it to end, but every morning it would start all over again.
Whose baby was it? One of my brother's girlfriends.
They had to find which one it belonged to. Emotionally and physically, I was in deep trouble. By the time the baby got returned to its mother, It felt like a whole year had passed.
Haaa!
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