My name is Almaz, I was born in Asela. After I was 13 years I went to Zway to live with my aunt. She had a restaurant and I used to get there and help out after school. That is when I met the boy who ruined my life and he wasn’t even my age.
At that time, he was the federal police officer who lives alone, and gradually we started to go in and out of the crowd, and my aunt heard about us. My aunt told me a lot about her anger and told me to stop shoveling but I could not leave him. So I went out of the house and got a little blanket from the house and I left school. After that I helped him my spare time, and I got other jobs, such as selling chewing gum and hair products, but life was very hard and I went to Arabia through a child from his home country, I started to learn that I did not want to have a healthy life. I went and started work. Then I was done.
I was sending money and I finished my first contract and went back to Djibouti. Things started to change. Then I started to work again in the second cycle. Then one day I was told a bad news, I was told that I had a tumor in my head, and that I needed an operation. I made a lot of money for my hospitality, Mengestu was horrified when he heard about this, and I had to pay him a full amount of money to complete his trip back home, but I could hear him saying that he was in love with the house I had set up for him, It was not because I was preparing for her wedding but it was her graduation and I heard that there was no more heartbreaking betrayal.
My heart was broken, sometimes I would cry and I would wake up in the middle of the night and try to call him. I could not even imagine how excited to get out of the operating room. I tried to call him at the phone but he was not willing to talk. His phone was not in his hand, his tears were gone. His lover asked him to leave me and he did.
So my brothers and sisters, I am discouraged, I did have neither the money nor my health. I wish I could take it all back and listened to my aunt.
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