I have a home or so people think; it is a big 2-storey building with about 10rooms,11 toilets and bathrooms, a kitchen and a balcony . There's a dog house where my Rottweiler(Randy)resides. It's gates are a majestic black with flowery patterns made of Gold; yes i had a house, it was truely fitting of my daddy's position as DG of NAFDAC and mother's position as principal of a well known british secondary school, the kind of school reserved for the elite of them all.
We are four children in number; a girl(me) and three boys. I
happen to be the last of the spawn.
The truth is that ours was a silver-spooned house. Yes! It was a house, no more no less. It was home to no one; nothing grew here except it was negative.
Nobody here was happy
Love avoided this place and sorrow was all we knew.
What caused it all?
Where did we go wrong?
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