MY MOTHER’S SECRET WITH OUR GATEMAN (CHAPTER 1)
The first day I started suspecting my mom was a day I will never forget in my life. I fell very sick that morning. My whole body was weak and I could not even stand on my own. Before I knew it, I was rushed to the hospital.
Everything happened so fast. I remember nurses running around, doctors talking in low voices, and my mom crying beside me.
Later, the doctor said I needed a bløød trànsfusion urgently. He said my dad was the best match. But the problem was… my dad was not around.
My dad is always busy. It’s always work, work, and more work. He travels a lot and hardly stays at home. That day, he was nowhere to be found. My mom kept calling him, but his phone was not reachable.
While I was lyiñg weak on the hospital bed, in and out of sleep, I heard someone walk into the room.
I couldn’t open my eyes properly because I was too weak. But then I heard a voice.
That voice sounded very familiar.
I couldn’t see the person clearly, but I heard him talk. Deep inside me, something told me that it was our gateman.
I tried to convince myself that I was imagining things because of my sickness. But the more I listened, the more I was sure.
It sounded exactly like his voice.
After everything was done and I became a bit stronger, we went back home.
My dad was still not around. I wanted to ask my mom so many questions, but I kept quiet. I decided to just observe her and watch carefully.
When we got home, my mom helped me into my room upstairs. She told me to rest and then she went outside.
I was lyiñg on my bed when I suddenly felt the urge to look through my window.
That was when I saw it.
My mom was outside talking to the gateman.
At first, I thought it was just normal talk. But then something happened that shocked me. They both hugged.
Yes, they hugged, you heard me right.
Not the normal kind of greeting hug. It was long.Too long. My heart started beàting fast. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I rubbed my eyes to be sure I was not dreaming. But it was real.
I stood there, frozen, watching from my window upstairs.
“What is really going on?” I asked myself.
My name is Rachel. I am the only child of my parents. We are very rich. We live in a big house , a gateman, and many workers. But despite all the money, my dad is hardly ever at home.
It’s always work for him. Morning till night.
I was just 16 years old and still in secondary school. One of the biggest secondary schools in town. People always admired my family and our lifestyle. But they didn’t know what was happening inside our house.
Days passed, and I couldn’t stop thinking about everything I saw and heard.
One day, my uncle came to visit us. I was in my room chatting on my phone when my mom called me downstairs. When I came down, my uncle hugged me tightly and smiled.
“Rachel, you have grown so big already,” he said.
My uncle was a simple and good man. He was always kind to me. For a moment, I wanted to ask him a question that had been troubling my heart.
I wanted to ask him if my father was truly my biological father. But fear held me back.
What if he didn’t know anything?
What if he got angry with me?
What if I was wrong about everything?
So I kept quiet and pretended everything was fine. I forced a smile and went back to my room later. That night, I couldn’t sleep. My mind was full of thoughts.
That next day in the evening, my dad finally came back home.
I was so happy to see him. Anytime my dad is around, I always enjoy myself. He always takes me shopping, buys me gifts, and makes jokes with me. He makes me feel safe.
But something strange caught my attention.
I noticed that anytime my father was around, the gateman behaved differently. He would not smile at my mom. He would not talk to her. He would always keep his distance and be professional.
That was when I knew something was really going on. It was no longer a coincidence.
My heart felt heavy. I didn’t want to believe what my mind was thinking. I didn’t want it to be true.
That night, I prayed silently.
I prayed that whatever was happening should not be what I was thinking.
I prayed that my family was not built on liés.
I prayed that my mother was innocent.
But deep down, fear had already entered my heart.
To be continued…
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