Mom worked so hard for me

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I’m from Zim­babwe orig­i­nally but I’ve lived in South Africa since I was 12. I moved with my mom just af­ter she di­vorced my dad.

My mom is my hero, she’s my ev­ery­thing. She came from a very abu­sive mar­riage and she es­caped when she was about to lose ev­ery­thing. My dad was ready to kill ev­ery­one. I grew up see­ing that and she pro­tected me from it.

Ev­ery time I see her, I feel so in­spired that she de­cided to take me and just run away. I’m so grate­ful for that. I re­mem­ber when we left, she asked me: “Do you want to stay with me or you dad?” I told her: “With you, of course. Why are you ask­ing me?”

The next day is when we took our bags. She told me we were go­ing on hol­i­day. Since then, I haven’t seen my dad.

I al­ways used to ask her when I would see him. I used to love him. At the time, I didn’t see any­thing wrong with how he was. She used to tell me he would come soon. Now that I’m older, I still want to see him. There’s a thing in­side me that tells me I have to see my dad, I have to talk to him and see what went wrong. I don’t know when I will be ready.

I’ve seen how my mom suf­fered with me. It’s not easy be­ing a di­vor­cée in a new coun­try with a child. She worked two jobs to get me to school. She was a do­mes­tic worker and a night nurse. I went to a nice pri­vate school because she worked so hard for me.

Now I’m a mom, too. From my own mother, I’ve learned to pro­tect my daugh­ter no matter what. —

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