I didn’t get a miracle.
The next day I got a pounding migraine.
So this is what you get from trying to negotiate with the Almighty. Punishment, indeed.
It was so bad that mother called Zuri, our next-door neighbor who knew how to treat everything with natural remedies. None of the painkillers found in the drugstore worked on me, only her natural remedies did the job when it came to my migraines. We used to think she was like a shaman or something, she and her family were that weird, but they claimed they were Christians.
Well, whatever, lady. Please, just do something about this pain.
Usually no one was ever admitted to my room until I had made sure all evidence had been safely put away. I was never careless, but that was always an extra precaution. The day I was found out I was so wrapped up in my misery that I completely forgot about it.
It wasn’t my mother who found me out. She had been too preoccupied with getting the neighbor and with getting herself ready for work on time. Zuri helped me as best as she could, then after telling me to rest, went back home, promising to come in a few hours to check on me.
When I opened my eyes hours later, Zuri was sitting on my swivel chair, looking grave, and in her hand. . .
part 6 of If You Only Knew
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If You Only Knew, Part 6