Chapter 9: Last Chance

It’s been hours since uncle left.

I am all alone, I am all alone in the world. I don’t know what I am going to do. I don’t know anyone. I can’t go to anyone. I don’t have any money and I don’t know how to cook, I don’t know how to do anything.

In two days, I will be kicked out of the house. I will die. I am going to die.

I pick up the phone and start dialling Dad’s number. I know uncle has it.

He cancels the call. I call him again. He cancels it again.

“Please uncle. I will die, please don’t leave me. I will do anything you want. Please.”, I message him.

He video calls me. I pick up and see that he is in the railway station. A new level of panic sets in.

He will leave. I will die.

“I am waiting for my train”, he says.

“No, no ... please come back ... please ... I am sorry ... I will do anything you want ... please don’t go”, I beg him while crying.

“Actually I was thinking ... it is too expensive to raise a kid ... why would I take on others’ burden?”, he says.

“No ... no ... please ... I will do anything ... I will wear the same clothes, clean, learn to cook ... anything ... please uncle, I won’t be a burden ... please”, I beg.

“Hmm ... I don’t know ... I will think about it.”, he says seriously.

“No, no no ... please ... please come back ... please”, I beg.

“Why would I? You don’t love me”, he says.

“I love you ... I love you ... I promise I will love you ... please I will do anything you want”, I beg.

“Okay, I will think about it...”, he says.

“No, no...”, I start begging again.

“Stop ... shut up! You already told what you had to say ... now give me time...”, he says and then ends the call.

I call him back. The phone is switched off.

I don’t know what I am going to do. I keep weeping. I know in a few days I am going to be homeless. I will die.

After three-four hours, around midnight I hear the doorbell go off.

I run towards the door in a hurry and check the peephole.

I take a sigh of relief as I see my uncle.

I open the door and my hands wrap around him in relief.

He pushes me inside and closes the door.

“I have decided to give you one last chance ... because I love you so much ... but you promise to be a good girl ... right,?”, he asks seriously.

I nod.

“Okay ... you must be hungry, I brought food”, he says.