When I look back at what has happened over the years, I wonder how time flies.
I can remember when I celebrated my sixteenth birthday, it was the saddest day of my life. It was my graduation day, and also my birthday; my parents decided to celebrate it in a grand style.
I was at the school gate waiting for them to pick me up until my uncle showed up. He said my parents asked him to pick me up, quite absurd, because they have never asked anyone to do that on their behalf.
On getting home, I found all my relatives at home; I was told by parents had an accident, and they died on the spot. It was the saddest day of my life; losing both parents in one day. I became a shadow of myself and was traumatized for years.
Thank God, I git over it Well, that’s all in the past, as it is 40 years now. I’m now a mother and a public figure. I still feel like nothing has changed, but each birthday of my kids reminds me I’m getting older.
I still feel like I’m still that young, and vibrant kid. I was a spinster back then in college, but I can’t move a limb now. A lot of things have changed. My mind hasn’t changed a bit, but looking at myself in the mirror; all the wrinkles and stretch marks. My body sure tells I’m not getting any younger.