Then she heard one of the children ask weakly:
“Brother Samuel… will mummy come back today?”
Samuel paused.
Just for a second.
Then forced a smile.
“Yes… maybe tomorrow.”
But Mrs. Johnson could already tell from the silence in his eyes…
Their mother was gone.
Quietly, she entered the room.
Samuel turned in shock.
“Ma?!”
The little boy looked terrified.
Not because he was guilty.
But because his secret had been exposed.
Mrs. Johnson’s voice trembled.
“Samuel… where are your parents?”
The boy looked down silently.
Then finally whispered:
“Our father left long ago.”
“And mummy died three months ago.”
Mrs. Johnson’s knees almost weakened.
“What?!”
Samuel nodded slowly.
“She was sick.” “We had no money for hospital.”
Tears rolled down his face now.
“But before she died… she held my hand and begged me not to let my younger ones suffer.”
Mrs. Johnson could no longer hold back tears.
Everything suddenly made sense.
Why Samuel slept in class. Why homework was incomplete. Why he kept failing.
Every morning before school…
The little boy worked at a local market carrying loads for traders just to feed his siblings.
Every night…
He stayed awake caring for them.
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