I WISHED YOU WERE HERE *CHAPTER 14 Its Wednesday, and I am dreading the church idea knowing my mother, there is always something that will end up with me building more resentment towards her. She said I should be ready by 8am, Its now 7am. I Decided to wear the long grey jersey dress thing my mum bought me years ago, Ive only wore it 3 times in my life, and my black blazer and wedges. I hope this will be girly enough for her. (phone rings) wow its my dad, I always enjoy speaking to him, just his voice alone makes my day wonderful, all my troubles disappear in an instinct. Hi daddy Zinhle whats going on here, tell me whats up with ur mother and uncle and about you being lesbian He sounds angry, I have never heard my dad in such a tone before. I dont know what you mean. You havent spoken to your mother? No, but shes on her way now, we going to church Ok (he hangs up) Oh gosh! Whats up now?, what did my mum do? Eish theres always got to be drama when my mum is involved. Amongst the people who I grew up under, my dad was one of them and I was close to him too, along with my sister. My mum and dad got divorced in my matric year, 13th Oct 2008, I remember it so well cause that the day I was writing my first final exam paper. My mum is the first born of four kids, and the only girl. I wondered which uncle my dad was talking about, is it the one I stay with (Mthunzi) or Mandla, his a pastor, or both of them. My mum showed up in time and she was travelling with a friend. I got in the car, but looking at her brought on rage and anger, she cant give me just a day of peace.
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