THE BITTER TRUTH

For the last time (i just want to get this issue out of my mind completely) i went to see my mom but this time, i went to her house. She had come back and pleaded with me to come over to her house, i just felt this might be the perfect opportunity i need to clear all my doubt. I walk into gate, i didn't there was such a spacious house in this part of town. Just the facade can leave you in wow for a long time, i just stood there dumpfounded. How rich is this woman?! I ask myself as walk to the front door and hit the doorbell, immediately the door was pull open and an old man usher me in.

I was sat down in one of the sitting area in the house upstairs, i was wow for the second time that day. I was nothing out of the ordinary but it was an effortless beautiful. The sofa was made of leather, i never knew my mom was that rich. I kept feeding my eye with the beauty view in front of me when suddenly my mom showed up and sat down opposite me. She look from me to the old man beside me.

"You can leave us now." Then the old man nod and left and she faced me. " Thank you for honouring my invitation."

"You don't have to thank me. " I said feeling uncomfortable.

"I call you here to explain somethings to you." Here she goes with her excuses again. "Am not barren... It just an excuse i made up to people. And i was also never married all this while, me and my suppose husband divorced years back."

"Why are you telling me now?" Like i care, what is she trying to do? I just couldn't put my hands on it as my mind wonder off.

"Am telling you this because..." She pause to see if am paying her any attention. "All this things you see i have is given to me by your father..."

Now my mind is blank. How is that even possible, my dad raped her remember. How did they reunited? Why is even telling me this now? I couldn't just think straight, i felt everything i knew and thought were true were all lies, punch of big lies.

"You don't have to over think it, we reunited recently." She kept on explaining herself. "And that's when i tried to reconnect with you."

"So it's because of my dad?!

"His sick." She blurt out. "His dying..."

I didn't know what to say, the truth was to bitter to swallow. I couldn't bring myself to accept the fact that my mom accepted her rapist so easily. And again his dying, what happened to him? Why is he dying? I couldn't bring myself to ask those questions. I sat down there staring back at her as she kept on pouring her heart out to me, for that short time we spoke i felt i could finally understand her. Have not totally forgiven her, i think it's a gradual process, with time every thing is possible even the impossible.