Unexpected Act and First Visit to the City

To be born deep in the village seemed normal and everyone thought it was a fun thing that ever happened to them in life.

Unexpected Act and First Visit to the City

To be born deep in the village seemed normal and everyone thought it was a fun thing that ever happened to them in life. My father was the toughest man everyone feared him because he was also a selfish person first to himself and also to others. This was normal from a young age meaning not even my mother could tell us how well she knew him, for there was no history of anything good that was ever mentioned except the rough moments of bullying. The village had all we thought we needed or necessary for survival such as beautiful farms, cattle, wonderful friends and neighbors all round. More to it each month everyone had something to harvest for the land was indeed fertile with fruits together with grains in large quantity. Having been born into a family of seven children it was plainly clear we were less privileged to attain good things more since we were poor.

Above all none of us dared

Above all none of us dared to ask anything because we knew he could not do it nor pay attention. Every parent’s joy is to see his children succeed, even doing well in life but that did not seem true to him, father was though never cared whatever happened, so my motivation was based on competing with my classmates and friends to perform well at school. In grade four my mind recalls the most surprising event that ever happened. It remains fresh to my mind even at this age. We did our texts so after the school examination Ruth, the third born sister, made it up to the top grade which none of us had ever attained before. That day an unexpected thing happened; for we all took a bus to a wonderful city. A city that none of us ever thought existed, so beautiful with tall buildings and too many vehicles moving.

Unexpected Act and First Visit to the City

Father took us there because he was happy for the good performance of Ruth. That’s when people understood that the father was not mean enough, all he needed was something to make him happy for that to be proved. On that special day we were taken to a big shop as we knew it to be and each of us bought a gift we chose. That’s when we knew how generous he was, we only had never touched his heart with an act of kindness or joy.