My life was perfect before my father died. I was treated like a princess and I got everything that I wanted at any time. My father loved me dearly and I also loved him but loosing him was the worst thing to ever happen to me.

I grew up in a farm in the Eastern Cape. I lived with my father and our helper Sis’Bongeka. She was like a mother to me and I’m sure you have noticed that I don’t speak about my mother. Well… my mother decided to leave me with my father since she wanted more from life and felt like my father and I were holding her back. She left me when I was only one year old and came back when I was 14 after getting infected with AIDS and died about two months later. I didn’t feel heart broken or hurt because I never knew her and I was never close to her because she never liked me.

My father died when I was 16 years old. He slipped on wet grass and hit the back of his head on a sharp rock. In the morning before he left he promised to bring me peaches from the trees on the mountain where he was going to heard his cows. I remember calling his phone multiple time asking him where he was . It was getting dark and I was worried about him because he never stayed in the mountain till late. A search party was sent to look for him but they did not find him. I cried all night and I didn’t want to eat anything.

After two days his corpse was found lying next to a big rock and a bag filled with peaches was next to it. I didn’t believe it when people told me that he was dead until I went and saw his lifeless body lying down next to the rock. At that moment I felt like I lost a piece of me. Seeing the body of the man who had loved me so dearly lying lifeless broke me, it destroyed me. It was more like I died on the same day that he died.

I knew from that very moment that my life would change and everything would never be the same . I knew that I was going to face a lot of problems but the one that I am facing right now was not what I had expected.

The problems began with the farm, people offered to buy it from me but I didn’t feel like selling it.I wasn’t making enough money from it since most of the animals were sold in exchange for money to pay for my tuition fees. And then the car, it was not new but it was still very strong and with a few touches it would be as good as new. The car always reminded me of my father and I kept it as a memory of him. Other than that I had been forced to sell everything else for a living.

Then one day something happened….