Papa wouldn’t have understood even if I had explained, he has always said that I need nothing more than what he provides, but how could that be true when we barely have enough to fill our bellies? It is out of love that I’m leaving, love for him and for myself. Nothing special ever happens in my village. I am sick of it. Because Papa is always in his world they feel it is their duty to ‘raise’ me. My hands are tired of doing the work of others. It’s due time they work for me.
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