28/09/2023
I was sound asleep that night until my mom abruptly woke me up at around 12:15am meanwhile dad traveled since the previous week. Being only fifteen years old and already serving as an executive in the teens department at my church, I was a bit disoriented.
"Anita... Anita... Anita..." My mom called out again, switching on the light. I was startled because I was the one who helped her carry her bags when she left the house at 7pm the previous day. Why was she still awake at this hour?
"Mummy... I thought you went on a trip," I asked, displaying my confusion.
"Get up, I want to show you something," she replied, and I obeyed, albeit groggily. "Follow me," she directed, and I trailed behind her quietly as we made our way to her room. There, she pulled out an unfamiliar bag that looked entirely different from her usual luggage. She unzipped it and revealed a loaf of bread đwrapped in a small transparent nylon, approximately eight inches long.
"Mummy, I don't understand. I thought you traveled," I said, still puzzled by the situation.
"Anita, just relax. Something came up, and I changed my plans. On my way back, I bought this for you. I know how much you love bread," she explained.
"But, mummy. I'm not hungry. Mummy... I... I..," I Said while mistakenly hitting the back of my head on the bathroom door as I was retreating in fright.
"My daughter what is it.. why are you scared? Take this bread. I bought it for you." She said, walked towards me and placed it on my hands.
I muttered quietly to myself, feeling a sense of unease. "My mother would never force me to do something against my will. Something doesn't feel right." In a rush, I made my way to the living room, frantically pulling the curtains apart and peering through the window to check if her car was parked outside. To my surprise, the place was empty.
Suddenly, my mother entered the room, but something was drastically different about her appearance. Her entire body was swollen, and her face had ballooned
