It all started when her father died during a road accident on his way back from work. June 02, 2018, three months after the burial, Meadow, a smart tenth grader was far from understanding that her life was would go through a drastic change. Her mother pulled her aside in the bedroom and said:
-Meadow, you know we can’t afford your schooling anymore. Things are getting pretty hard for us now.
-Mamma? How come? But I need to go to school.
-I know my daughter. We will send you to my sister in Malingue city. She will take care of everything.
-No mamma, you know she won’t let me go to school.
-Never mind. I talked to her two weeks ago and we agreed on some principles.
Meadow tried in vain to convince her mother not to send her to live with her aunt N’maye but she wouldn’t listen.
Almost a week after their talk, Meadow was then ready to go. She had just finished her school year. Her mother wanted her to spend the vacation time with her aunt to get used to the environment before school resumption.
She then spent the two following months helping her aunt with all the household chores while her cousins would be watching TV and hanging out with friends. She knew she couldn’t complain because her father, the provider was no more and her mother had to take care of her three siblings.
When the time for school came, Meadow was surprised when her aunt told that she needed to help her to sell food in the school. She thought she was going to start her 11th grade courses. Instead, her aunt made her sell food arguing that there was not enough money to send her own children and her, Meadow to school. The aunt told her that she had to wait one or two years to help her make enough money to pay her school tuition.
That was how Meadow spent two years of her life selling food with her aunt instead of going to school. When she realized that her aunt had no intention to let her go back to school, Meadow had to run away from the house to ask for help because during the last twelve months of her life, she had met a lot of people in the school where they sold and had made some good friends.
Paterne Freeman Shadowriter, Liberscribes