THE WORST VACATION EVER

This is the worst story of my life concerning vacations, I had listened to a gist from my friends about vacations, and they always give me sweet stories about their vacations, visiting places, and having fun even some will show me pictures of how their vacations went through.

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When I was in my first year in school, it is a thing of joy for us if the session is running to an end, some of my mates will be planning how to spend their vacations while some of us will keep mute and be listening to them.

I am the type that my father will not allow to go visit relatives or spend time out of the house, but I pleaded with my father to allow me to visit my Aunt in the city so that I can share stories with my friends when we resume school.

I was about to go to the second year at the university and my father granted my wish to visit my Aunt, just because I am now a big girl and I can take care of myself, I called my Aunt and she was happy when I told her I will be visiting her not knowing what is Infront of me.

I left for my aunt's place a day after the break, it was a month break in school, so my mother packed some foodstuff that are cheaper on our side and other things to give to her

I got there in the evening and my Aunt came to the pack to get me because I did not know her side, we got home, and I was feeling good for that day I was pampered by her, the next day when we were about to have breakfast I was given two slices of bread with tea and I will follow her to her shop to sell.

It was like magic because I am not used to such a life, she always lock her fridge with a padlock, and even the kitchen too is also locked, I started blaming myself and wondering because my mother never treated her badly.

The food is not even the problem but my Aunt has anger issues, she flares up over little issues and gets angry easily. The vacation turns provocation

This my Aunt will not seem to amaze me, she always counted meat in her pot, there was a day she called me and stylishly accused me of stealing from her, asking me how do her get most of my wears and all sorts of questions, she said she was looking for #5000 and she has been searching for it but can not find it, I told her that I did not see it and later in the evening she called me and said she has found the money inside her bag

The next morning I told her I will be going back to my parent's house because I am tired of the life she was living, this my Aunt is wealthy to the core, she living comfortably but I experienced the worst vacation ever.

She declined that I can go back that day that I need to stay till my break is over, two weeks seems like five years because of her rigidness, you can also call her money miss road because she can never buy anything valuable for you, all she can buy is Okrika also known as bend down boutique.

It was just two weeks and I was turning into a chewing stick, my tummy is not fla as normal, and everyone I know will say sweet stories about their vacation but I will be wallowing in regrets that why did I leave my father's house, two slices of bread in the morning or Quaker oats with two cubes of st Louis sugar without milk. I became desperate to leave her house and go back home. No outings, no adventures, always indoors on Sundays there is nothing that will make the vacation memorable, no hangout just her shop back to the house.

After staying for two weeks and three days I packed all my luggage and told her today I am going back, she asked me what happened I said nothing, she refused to give me transport fare, I was not bothered, I told her I have money that will be enough for my transportation, all her thought was that I will be pleading for her to give me transport or I will wait until she gives me money.

I left her side that day. I vowed not to visit any of my relatives again even though my children will never go out of my sight to spend time with any relatives. I got home and narrated everything that happened to my siblings. My hatred for that my Aunt knows no bounds till today.

This is my entry for the #neoxianprompts #7