The Little Things We Crave.

Dear Dad and Mom,
It’s been two long weeks since you last heard from me. Well, not to worry, I’m doing just fine on my own. I do not plan on returning home soon and I hope you stop worrying about me. I pray this letter meets you in peace and you don’t get too paranoid.

I’ve spent 18 years of my life trying to figure out my exact purpose on Earth. Trying to be who you wanted me to be even against my own will. I stayed up late poring over my science textbooks when I’d graciously give anything to be in a studio singing my hearts out. But since my parents wanted me to become a Doctor, then a Doctor I must become.

All through high school, I was that smartass, nerdy, fat fish out of water who didn’t know when to talk and right words to say even when necessary. I never had any friend. Not even one because nobody’s really going to talk to a social misfit. I try to make Mom see what I was going through then, but she never did. All she wanted was that I remain the best straight- A student. So I kept the facade wild, became a straight-A student and lost social credibility.

Mom, do you remember the first and definitely the last time I asked you about sex? Remember I was 14 then. You freaked out totally and warned me never to bring up such issue again. You said it will soil the good girl in me. If only you knew that the good girl in me had been smeared ever since your Uncle’s son showed me some X-rated videos on his phone the last time he visited us.

Should I talk about Victor, our neighbor. The one and only person that I’ve ever and truly loved. Should I tell you all about the bubbling feelings I get in my stomach whenever I see him or the way my heart races and my knees tremble whenever I hear his calm voice. Should I tell you how I never got a chance to talk to him because according to you, my dear parents, talking to a guy can result into an unwanted pregnancy.

To all the times I won games in my soccer practice that you were too busy to attend. To all the interesting stories that fill the pages of my journal, that you won’t read. To all the times I almost choked on questions I should have asked you but kept to myself. To all the years I spent living like a prisoner in my own parents’ house. I wish I had spent them with other nice couple who will really cherish me and make me go after my dreams.

Dear Dad and Mom, I miss you. I really do. But when you couldn’t offer me the little things I craved, I was left with no other option but to leave the house. And I remain unapologetic for doing so. I hope you don’t blame yourselves for my actions. One day, God will make me retrace my steps back home but till then, dear parents, find joy in my absence. I will be fine.

My regards to Kathryn, our little baby. Tell her I miss her and I do love her.

Your Daughter

Tinuade ❤️

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Fiction??

As usual!! But I pray that our parents come to the light of these words and understand that as teenagers, the only thing we want is their love, attention and care.

We want them to Talk to us, about everything and anything. We want our parents’ Support in all that we do especially career wise. We want them to Know us, our fears, our weaknesses, our strengths, our friends, our crushes and every other necessary thing. We know we can be obstinate and stubborn most times, but we want you to Love us amidst all these. Amidst the tears, the fights, the brawls, the naggings, the different moods, you should always discipline us in love with a spirit of gentleness. And we will as well obey you in everything.

That light will shine upon our families and joy is ours again.

Peace✌️✌️