Food and shelter

     Oh! What my lovely mother? My mother was dead. What a fatal day! My mother was sick for two years ago. Tears of sadness ran down my tomato like cheeks. For one year past ago my mother and father quarelled to each other. Soon they were not living together. I stayed an opharn regreting my parents.
    All of a sudden I was taken to a project which provided for me food and shelter, compassion. They would give me a sponsor. I would enjoy the way I stayed but regreting my parents. Respect your mother and father so that you may live along time. What a wonderful and beautifully m,ade mother.
   Never be disobey to your parents. What a brutal funeral. From that day I live to regret my parents until now.
    

Location: Mwiyala village, kakamega, Kenya