Chapter forty seven

Natasha's pov

I believe that my dad felt differently towards me from that day forward. He still liked me compared to my siblings, which I knew for sure. And it was because of one thing, my academic prowess. That was the only thing that qualified you to be on dad's favorite list.

Less than 5 months after we returned, my mom lost her mother, our grandmother. This was my first experience of losing a close relative, I did not know if I felt sad or not, I guess I was just neutral.

One of the things I might have forgotten to tell you about myself is that perhaps I am strong-hearted for I do not show my emotions. If anything, I would rather lick myself up and cry in my room than have anyone else see my pain or tears.

It is safe to say that I rarely cried, escort of course on very rare occasions. Unfortunately, this was not one of those rare occasions as I did not share a tear as my grandmother was being buried.

I had to be dragged out of there by my mother as other relatives and people p
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