From the moment my younger sister died in childbirth, I took her newborn son into my arms and promised to raise him like my own. I was 24, unmarried, and struggling, but I didn’t think twice.
I watched him grow into a brilliant young man. I was the one who paid his school fees, nursed him when he was sick, and celebrated his wins like a proud mother. I was never “Aunty”—I was “Mama.”
When he graduated with honors and got a job in the city, I cried tears of joy. He told everyone I was his angel. He sent me monthly stipends and promised to build me a house one day. I believed him. After all, blood isn’t always thicker than love, right?
But everything changed when he started. The full story is worth reading—tap here now to see the full breakdown!
