THE REJECTED STONE

it's another daylight in obioma village, the bird are whistling. Here I am thinking of how I am going to end my long suffering, each time the day breaks another torture begins for me I have being like this ever since my father died and my mom and sis changed towards me, sometimes I wonder if I have ever done anything wrong to them. I wonder what today will bring for me all these have been going on in my mind as I get up to say my prayers " father Lord in heaven, thank you for the light of another day,....Lord please lead me right" after saying this I got up on my feet to leave my room to do my chores this morning. I stay in a very small room and it is not really furnished, I don't have a bed to sleep all I have is my cloths which is not even up to a bag I have got only two pieces of cloths. I took a look at my room once again and head for the kitchen to prepare breakfast what I am to prepare that morning was tea with and bread with fried egg I proceed to frying the egg when I heard my name "Muna, Muna" my sister mouna shouted as she descend the stairs and came inside the kitchen." are you deaf or something, didn't you hear that I was calling you what's wrong with you this girl" mouna said as she slapped me. I held cheek with my right palm while I sob inside me then I replied " I'm sorry I was doing something in the kitchen while you were calling" " and so, is what ever you are doing important than me calling you" mouna said as she was fuming "no" was all I could say "anyways, I've got cloths for you to wash and I would like you to finish with them before 2pm cause I would be traveling to Lagos" she said as she takes a drink from the fridge " alright mouna" I replied " sorry what did you just call me" she turned from the fridge " mouna" I replied innocently