his time was up.. i could still remember seeing him on my first day.. his first few words were no la.. i could still imagine him waving his hand.. "no la" were the only few words he could mutter for the condition he suffered from took away his speech.. he could understand wad we all said.. but few understood what he tried to say.. he was hard getting his trust.. understand what he tried to say or do.. the first week was tortue .. he ordered us to do stuff for him.. my sup say to ignore him cause he can be aggressive.. but steph wanted all to understand him, make friends.. that was our goal.. at the end of 6 weeks, uncle no la would be a friend of ours.. he was.. it started i think last week or the week before, he let us guess wad he wanted.. or we understood wad he wanted to say.. i was happy that he saw us as his friend.. joking wif him, talking to him.. we were like frenz..
for 3 years, he would turn up at the centre without fail.. todae was the first day that he didnt come.. i tot it was cox he's sick cause he was yesterdae.. little did we all expect him to just go like that.. he was afterall not old.. tears just trickled down my cheek when i heard the news.. i said i might cry when i left the centre on fri.. but i didnt expect such a thing to happen.. i cried cause suddenly the centre felt empty.. there will be no more laughter, sounds of no la, scenes of him sitting on the plint waiting for therapy, no more guessing what he's trying to say.. aunt M said at least he didnt suffer much.. he went in peace.. she said he wanted to die.. suicide was constantly on his mind.. just like that he left the world.. but not cause he commited suicide.. everyone in the centre was lost for words... tears, silence filled the place.. i felt the pain even though i only knew him 6 weeks.. but what about those that knew him 3 years..
melie
8:22 pm
