Sometimes I think of telling my son about my status, but it's not easy. He is eighteen years of age, but I had always kept it as a secret, even when the community was spreading the rumours of my status. I thank God he never got to hear that. I had protected him always from bad news, or anything that will affect his soul and heart. Do you really know why??? My son is my everything. I have three kids and he is the first born. He is a mama's boy.
My son had gone through a lot: torture, frustrations and betrayal from the people I call relatives (the reason well known to them). He has cried, suffered and tried even protecting his younger sister from heartless relatives. At the age of 6 years... he already had seen it all.
I'm confused, I'm in tears as I write this. 😭😭 My son grew up seeing everyone as our enemy, he grew up in fear. In the year 2014, things were soooo bad on our side, we were surviving as refugees, sleeping anywhere... food was a problem... our beautiful days turned to our darkest moments. All the cold nights, all the rain, all the mosquitoes... It wasn't easy; we survived by the grace of God. My son went to school by the grace of God. God has been faithful.🙏🙏 He is a living testimony. You can't compare my son with his agemates. He is big in mind.
How will I tell such an innocent creature my status? After all we have gone through, how will I start?? His heart is still bleeding. I choose to invite God to intervene. 🙏🙏 I want him to keep on smiling. I want him to be strong for his siblings. I don't want to ruin his thoughts as we are trying to at least afford a family smile. I don't want him to cry again, he has cried for so many years... IT IS ENOUGH 😭😭🙏
