Nostalgia

This chapter, as I write, takes me on those days when lives were easier. There were loadshedding, less crowded roads, more children engaging themselves in playing together rather than dumping their faces into smartphones. I was one of them. A happy child who would run around here and there half naked, always laughing and causing mischieves with the neighbourhood kids. On somedays I would be covered in dirt while being inside a bush, or a puddle; on some, I would land myself into trouble for getting into fight with another kid. Often their parents would come to our home to complain and I would be hiding in a corner until my father would catch me and give me a good spank to get the hell outta me. But he loved me. Atleast that's what I knew. I also would see him hugging my mom, so I thought he loved her as well. As a result their terrible fights would land me into confusion that if they loved eachother that much, then why couldn't they just sort out their differences when they have been given the opportunity multiple times? As I grew older, the answer came to me eventually. That was, "They didn't want to anymore."