One-day, she did something positive for me. She will never know until today how grateful I am. We woke up early and she said “I am bringing you to Brixton to meet your family”. As a child the prospect of going out was exciting. We left early and took the bus, then another bus. then a train.  It was the first time I had been on a train,  I loved the view,  the train was very fast and I loved the chuku chuku sound it made. We didn’t speak on our travels. I was however warned to behave myself, like I wouldn’t, I don’t why she didn’t like me but being quiet was fine with me. All the tme I was wandering about the family I would meet and would they even like me, after all I was a nobody. “How old  were they “, I wondered?.

“Were they boys or girls?”  I was hoping they were girls as I didn’t like boys much, they were mean.

We arrived in Brixton and walked to the estate.  She knocked on the door and a woman answered it, she greeted my mum and went back inside.   When we arrived in the room I noticed there was a dining table and there was a man sitting around it, he was dark skinned and he  was on the large side with a big belly, he smoked a pipe. He looked mean and scary. I was introduced as her daughter. Then I met the woman she was my Aunty. I loved her instantly she was pretty and slim and she was very warm. She was also strict but only when her husband  went out the room, she  spoke with a soft voice. I remember this day well.

I recall thinking of her as one of the princesses in my story book. I wished she was my mummy. Then I saw them four girls, I was so excited they were girls, and it was the first time I had been to my own family’s house;  and yeaaaah!  they were my age. There was cousin D. She was my age but older my five months, then there was cousin M, she was younger by 11months. Cousin b. Was five years old and cousin H. Was a baby aged one. This was by far  the happiest time since arriving in the UK.  We were told to go next door and be quiet but we  played and played and played. I played like it was the last day I would ever play.


There were times when my Aunty came to check we was alright and I  was sadden by how she  treated her  children, she seemed to love them.  I was also jealous.  Anyway the lady, well she was  handing out and giving  sweets that she brought with her. I didn’t want any sweets, probably because I didn’t want it from her.  I remember she introduced me again as “bad” when I arrived, but I pretend I didn’t hear. I didn’t understand why, because I was a very shy, placid child, always grinning. However, I grinned to hide my pain. Grinning became my disguise. Anyway, my day got even better when my Aunty said we could play outside as there was too much noise in the house.

We ran down the stairs and my  new cousins introduced me to all their friends finally someone was proud to be with me.  Then the day came to an end we left and went home. I said to her ” thank you for letting me meet them”.  She said to me, ” you must never forget your family and I never did” We left and went home,  although I  was sad to go, I knew I would be seeing them again. This day will always be one of the best time I had since my arrival in the UK.

This was the day my mummy deserved her title, this was the day she became my mummy. This was because she gave me my first family in the UK. I slept peacefully that night..

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2 Responses to Mummy

  1. Beverley says:

    Hi Terri, Just checking my old posts as someone said they was unable to comment, i wonder if i will ever get use to word press hey. popping in to say i like your comment as well as acknowledgement. 😉


  2. T says:

    🙂 this one made me smile, such a good day, it reminds me of my own cousins I used to love to play with my cousins 🙂

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