Undress my soul

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's a story of being a child.

Submitted: September 02, 2017

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Undress my soul

By: Konina Joseph

 

At breaking dawn, I remember it like crystal clear. It was cold, with the sound of the wind I could still rewind in my head. I was half-asleep just waiting for the sun to show, or at least some light for me to see without turning the light switch on. I thought if I pretended to sleep, it would still be a normal day for to wake up to, without losing anyone, without shedding tears, and without having so many questions; but that was all wrong. I was wrong. Being a 6 years old, I did not know anything at all. I didn’t have the tendency to ask questions whenever I pleased, because the only answer that I would be given is, “Don’t worry, ajojo jok non om sukkun” meaning not to worry, just do your best in school. This saying comes from a mother who sees success in a daughter. A daughter without a father. To young children like me at that age, it doesn’t make any sense, but to adults, it makes perfect sense why it is okay to have a mother, but not a father. 


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