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This box actually got me traumatized at a very young age, and up until now I can't stay close to my dad's brother.
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So it happened that my dad saves with this box and among the 4 kids then he trusted only me with where the box was kept and he mostly gives me money to help him put inside.
This happened for over a year and I know the money inside is very many because it was a big box and it was only notes that I was given to put inside.
Then came the D day 😓😓. A day I won't ever forget in my life. My dad was up that early morning and told us he was going to the village to see his family and most importantly his immediate younger brother who needs help financially.
Few hours after my dad left, his brother (still can't call him my uncle up till date) showed up and said my dad sent him to come get the saving box as he forgot to bring it with him to the village.
I wasn't sure if I should believe him, but since my dad mentioned financial issues for his brother, what would I do. If my mum was around things would have been different I guess.
Small me, I climbed up to my dad's wardrobe where the box was hidden, grabbed it, brought it down and gave iit to him. In a matter of minutes he left hurriedly. I felt something wasn't right but what could I do?
Didn't take long before my dad rushed home, asked if his brother came to the house and what happened. Fams, I couldn't feel my heart beat for some minutes. I just wished the ground could open up and swallow me in that instance.
My mum came home too and was like what's happening, told them how it happened slowly with hot tears 😭 in my eyes, Dad quickly left, apparently back to the village to see if he could find his brother which he didn't. Man came back home and for the first time saw his tears
I couldn't take it anymore, I just wanted to end it, I was crying and for a long while didn't know what to do. I was sha screaming I'm sorry with very hot tears running down my cheeks. Mum heard me and told me it's okay.
For days Dad couldn't do anything, he was so down and I really felt so bad, like he trusted me and I was the one who gave out practically all his life savings at the time. I was even surprised he didn't even lay hands on me.
Well, few days later news came in his brother fled to Abuja with the money and started up his life, with my Dad's hard earned savings. Eventually they made up later and àre in good terms now.
Sadly though, I can't forget the whole incident, as a child then and all what I was made to pass through was just too much for me. Till this day I don't regard him and don't consider him family. It's been over 10 years since then but I just don't want to see or talk to him 😔😔
