Debt
I was barely out of my teens then. It was one of those periods of my family when the fate of the new generation seemed uncertain. I was failing in physics and my brother had received a second class degree in his graduation. I was lying on one side, hiding the phone between by ears and the pillow, hoping that my mother wont notice it. I was waiting for someone to call, when instead of the phone vibrating, i heard stifled sobs. I turned to my mother, asked her repeatedly whether she was feeling alright or did something happen when I was away for tuition. Instinctively, I went to my brother and urged him to do something to make my mother stop crying. My father hadn't heard us till then. I felt confused, even more when I discovered my brother was in tears, asking for forgiveness. I heard that my mother wanted to leave us and go away. It had something to do with her "failure" to raise us properly, about my father never taking stock of his duties as the head of the family. I wa