HOME, FAMILY, LOVE

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Hello, Dear Reader. I have an interesting story to share today too as usual.

Now, here’s the thing. Should I tell this story completely unfiltered or it's going to be too much information to give out? Regardless, I want to assure you that the “made up” is going to be as interesting as the “unfiltered”. We agreed on an “interesting” story anyway.

"satisfied at confusion attempt"

The story, as I became more adult, I valued my personal space more, wished there was just one other person in the world for privacy's sake, and felt I could live longer without people around me. No!, I didn’t think it was a disorder. 

I have quite the large family and trust me, everyone, except Papa, is very hyperactive. So, it was much less noisy for me at school. I could stay indoors and no one would intrude. There’d be no noise from clattering kitchen wares or arguments from my brothers over their favorite football clubs or new hobbies. As crazy as it may sound, I resolved to never go home.

After more than seven months away from the family house intentionally, it came. I fell so sick that I had to leave for home. This was because I couldn’t do much for myself alone in that condition and there wasn’t anybody around to nurse me back to health.

Throughout my drive back home, I thought so much about how to survive living with people again. I got home really late, but Papa was waiting at the car park for me. Back at the house, every other person was wide awake even with the fact that it was late for them to be up. I did a quick memory check for the last time someone waited up for me with so much concern or the last time someone made me dinner, it was difficult to remember any. It was a wholesome welcome and my favorite night in the last seven months.

The next morning and the next, and the following one after it, I literally just ate and rested. Every single worry I had melted away. Alone at school, I always wondered how the stain on the blue wall happened and how I got the cut on my left arm. At home, I only thought about how pretty I was turning and watched my pumpkin siblings overreact to everything. My last baby was all grown up, smart and hard-working. She single-handedly assisted momma with the kitchen jobs and every other thing. When I had to do that role with the second eldest, we did it no better than she was doing it by herself. As I watched her become responsible every day, I felt like giving her the world on a platter. She saved me so much stress if not all. My brothers were wild as usual and exhausting, making me reconsider male children (lol) They argued loudly every other day. The first one got me bread and margarine every day, he said I needed to bulk up (lol)

As for momma, she put me on a strict diet, it was funny. I talked with her about my friends, as well as people I disliked in school, the boy I liked, how the mini men in the house will eventually become less troublesome with time, about her work, and interesting stuff. Then, Grandmama came to visit, a few days later, which had me and my pumpkin siblings receiving double the mother's care and concern.

For the duration I was home then, I shared a bed with Momma (She insisted) It made me feel like a baby again. My siblings made jokes every day, we sang on top of our voices sometimes, teased each other, and talked about dramas after watching. When I had to get injections and pills, everyone gave me all of the support I needed to help me recover fast. Momma was so lenient and careful with me, it gave me the irks. Mother has always been a strict perfectionist. Maybe because I was home for the first time in a long time or because I was ill or because of both. It felt nice, anyway.

I came home sick, left under early recovery, and was on a long unintentional drive on my birthday, but it remains the best month of my 2023.

Dear Reader, I ended up saying it as it happened with lots of omissions though for want of time, space and a lack of perfect words to describe the experience in its full form. And Yes, I'd always fall back to family, which is home and where love overflows.

From the depth of my heart, thank you so much for reading.

See you in the next purple ink pours 

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