Project 27 The Rise of the forgotten: {Survival with Grandfather Season 1 EP #3}

Ep #3: Survival with Grandfather

My grandpa was usually out farming or in the forest, looking after cows mostly. In my terrible time, I started to see my grandfather's love and care, but when he was gone, I was left alone at home with my mom's half-siblings and the step-grandmother. Every time my grandfather wasn't home, they made me pay for the hate they heated for my mother. All their anger, all their bitterness, they poured it out on me by beating me up so much.

Day by day, we continued like that, then my grandfather started taking me with him. We could spend weeks or months in the forest and then come back home for a short time. My grandfather was doing all he could just to keep me safe. Even when we returned to the village, he never left me alone again. Wherever he went, I went too. He protected me. Even though life was that hard, I never lost hope of waiting for my mother. I kept waiting for my mom to come back for me. And while I was waiting, her step siblings were mocking me. "Your mom doesn't love you. Look, nobody loves you. If she cared about you, she would never have left you here. She left you because you are not a good kid, so we can do what we want with you. You are a terrible kid nobody wants you. Even your mother hates you. You are bad luck to us, you must leave our house and never come back. You are a curse to our family. You must get out of here. We don't want to live with you," and       many more hateful words. But no matter what they said or did to me, I kept my faith in my mom. I kept waiting. I told myself so many times, "My mom loves me. She will come back for me." That little voice kept me alive.

If their words became too much for me, Confidently I answered them, "You'll see. She'll come back for me. My mom will come and I will tell her everything you did to me. Then they'll boo me and start to stone me but my grandfather was always to the rescue of me" so I waited and waited for my mother to come back for me. I waited longer than a child should ever have to wait. Every little sound outside, I would run thinking that is my mom, "That's my mom. She's here." I could hear her voice, even when no one was speaking. I could hear her voice every time. I imagined her every moment. I believed so strongly that she would return for me

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