Alexa

My Foster Family

BIRTHDAYS

My foster family is a Christian family with a nice father who is never at home except on special occasions like Christmas, Easter, lent, you know all those Catholic stuff and birthdays with anniversaries and the likes. My birthday was the day I came into the house while the others had their real birthdays.

On my last birthday, my father did his usual of telling me everything about how I ended up in his house, my mother's last wish. He reminded me of his instructions to always have a minute silence after my morning prayers in respect to my mother according to him who dropped me at his doorway. He said it was her last wish but my last birthday was different, you know why? okay, I'll tell you. It was different because he gave me the two sticks that came with me in my basket.he said "As you grow every year, that short stick grows with you and the other remains heavy. keep them well." when he handed them to me and was surprised that I carried them with ease. " Bianca, aren't they heavy?", he asked. " no father", I answered. " wave them each let me see properly" he instructed and I did playfully while laughing then he said" don't let your mother see them. keep them far away from her." " yes father" I answered and you see what a good father I have. As far as am concerned, my birthday has always been the best all the time because I spend it with my father.

MY FOSTER MOM

"Alexa, come here right now", My mother shouted from the living room. "coming ma" I answered from the kitchen. When I entered, I met her sitting on my father's favourite couch. "yes" I answered her to tell that I was with her.

"ma you called me," I asked her again when she kept staring at me like I hid her child.

"yes, I did my child. Your father spoke to you on your last birthday and I heard everything. I want those sticks " she finally answered.

"what sticks ma," I asked pretending not know anything about what she was saying. "Alexa, don't play with me. I need those sticks for sale. The money I'll get from them is very useful to me. Now be a good child and go get them."

" no ma those things belong to my mother beside what do you need the money for? aren't you rich enough?"I queried her. Instead of answering me, she called all my sisters out of their room upstairs to the living to bail her out. since its a matter concerning me and their mother, they came out. That's who my mother is- greedy, so greedy and selfish. I can't say I hate her because Christians are not meant to hate people, we can't hate our neighbours, our fellow humans but I hate her.

FOSTER SISTERS

Belinda, Faith, Elizabeth, Clara, Magret and Agatha

" what now ma" my sisters questioned one after the other.

"Alexa's got wands, magic wands. one grows with her and it's hers while the other is her mother's. it's in her room. let's steal it from her"my mother said. "hurray! I could use it to change her into a frog or make her ugly"Belinda said

"Clara lets use it to make ourselves rich," Agatha said. " shut up girls and let's go find the wands" magret instructed. " oh! I don't like doing laundry" faith the youngest complained. "we are not during laundry faith, we are going to search for Alexa and her mother's wand" Elizabeth answered looking worried. she has been the only one apart from my father who took my side. she moved close to faith and said: " that's invading her privacy" although I wasn't standing close to them, I heard them, I still don't know why I can hear whispers.

"shame on you all. bunch of Christians that believe in magic" I shouted after them as they left. Faith turned back and I smiled at her which meant am fine with it a little.

Faith is innocent and small, she doesn't like getting involved with bad things and Elizabeth likes me and sees nothing bad in being my sister so she doesn't treat me like the others. they both sneak into the kitchen to work and play with me each time mother is not home. unlike the others who are jealous of my beauty, smartness, closeness to their father, in fact, everything about me is a problem for them.

I REALLY DO WISH I KNEW MY MOTHER.