DERIN_DAWODU

Ireolamide is the lowliest and average person you would ever meet, but, like everyone else, she has expectations, wishes and dreams, only that her lower-class status is a huge barrier to it. She tries to forget about her limitations because her passion keeps her going despite her emotional imbalance.
          Stuck in a school with rich and posh kids, she has to bear their taunts because she’s the only low-class personality among them. With a smeared past that’s prevents her from having a comfortable life how will she bring herself out of the slums she grew up in into the classic life she wishes or herself and her mother?
All she is facing is attributed to her father and the horrible things he did to her when she was younger. Years after their separation he appears at a dance competition she participated in on sponsorship, he now pursues a relationship with her, a relationship they never had and so never lost, will she give in to his tactics or will she forgive him and move on with the new life he wishes to give to her? Past experiences cannot be easily forgotten, the scars and dents she has sustained have not been wiped off, as Ireolamide’s father tries to establish a bond will she reveal all the bad things she went through for him to know just how bad his actions affected her and will she allow him to undo the multiple wrongs he did to her that caused her a traumatic childhood?

Ireolamide

 It's soft, I'm sore. My head hurts, my stomachs hurts, my legs are still weak but I can hear a machine in the distance…I opened my eyes and regretted because of the pain that came after, but I need to see. I opened them again and closed them back, that went on for three times before I opened them slowly to the florescent bulbs in the white room, I tried to turn my neck but I only had more pain in me and I screamed "Ahh….mommyyyyy…mommmmmyyyyyyy!!!!"


"I'm here…" I heard once, "I'm here baby," I heard again, "Ireolamide your mother is here" I heard and felt soft hands on my neck "I'm here now…don't cry anymore…I'm here Ire, I'm here. Doctor…doctor!!!! My daughter is awake!" She screamed. I looked at her, my mom and she smiled at me, the tears were there, flowing freely and unashamedly, "baby, I'm here." she sobbed as she patted my cheeks and planted kisses all over my face saying prayers between sobs. Is this real? Is she really here and am I really at the hospital?


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