In this life each day comes with its ups and downs. Some of the obstacles we meet in life are short lived while others tend to take a good part of our life. Personally, I have had my share of obstacles some short-term while others are long term. Unto date my greatest obstacle has been my stepmother. She got married by my father after a disturbing divorce that left her serving twenty years in prison and the entire family was left in shreds. Like a thorn in the fresh my step mother was always on my case and puffed up any small mistake I did.
This abrupt lifestyle change left me distressed, not only because of a new “mother” in my life but because my father could not believe a word I said about her new sweetheart. I started leaving home early for school and arriving home very late from school. I had to minimize the time I spend at home to avoid more conflicts. What I never knew is that this would result to more problems and I would change to become a sequential liar. On top of all these, I was force to a new religion (Hinduism) I never got a chance to attend my usual Presbyterian Church service. All these instant changes muddled me. I felt like a stranger in the house I had spent my entire life. Instead of allowing these predicaments to spiral my life uncontrollably, I decided that I would not let her to get on my dreams and future.
One life changing decision I made nine years ago which remains even today has turned shaped everything tremendously. The only thing that hasn’t changed is that my father’s second wife is still my stepmother. Thus far from family bond I saw much desired and which may never be and I have accepted that fact. I have accepted her as my mother; I even gladly call her by that title. I am grateful to have her around because I have also learnt mush about life from her. For one she has taught me humility, obedience, cost of freedom and sacrifice that comes with it. I am aware of why my father had mother divorced, I know why she is steal serving her sentence and I am sure not to go that line. I turned seventeen last month and I am sharing my final years with my stepmother before a join college and I often reflect on the moments we shared our bad times and our eventual good moments. True I have memories of distress and pain and I know through it all I have been mould to become a better person.
