One day, they came to my grandma's house and spoke to her, and she said she did not have full authority over me, and they went to talk to my parents, and my parents agreed for me to stay with them. I actually went to that place with the mindset of me being the house help, but my mom was like no none of her children would ever be tagged as house help. " They begged me to stay with them, it's like an adoption, but it is not. I stayed with his family, and for the first two weeks, it was hard, but he made me very comfortable when I say comfortable, I mean very comfortable, that they were telling people I was their first child. I go everywhere with the wife. When she has business she has to do within the environment, I go everywhere with her, and I basically handle her account. I was like a mini accountant. They have been traveling for weeks since I came to the house. On a normal day, they just travel for a few days.
One thing that struck me was when something happened one time, I made a wrong decision, I helped somebody, I was in the right place at the wrong time, and then he had to report me to my family, and my elder sister was shouting and screaming at me. He told her not to ever scream at his daughter again. I was shocked. This is my elder sister, and he told her that when she comes back to you, you can do whatever you want to do, as long as she is in my house, you don't scream at her. I traveled from my grandma's burial last week and he still treats me like the 15 17 18 year old girl he knew.
I did not know this man from anywhere but he literally carried me as though he gave birth to me himself it was true him I knew that good people really exist everything that I'm saying here is just a tip of the ice berg to what I experienced living in my Father's house. (I call him my father and he calls me Ada or my girl). The only pictures I have with him are framed and they are not close by.
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