That my parents loved me. I looked like my fragile mother but moved like my tall father. I talked like my grandfather; of course, I should speak like him because I had been listening to him every day for the past 17 years and 8 months of my life.
After I met this accident, Mrs. Dolly had been ranting day and night. She was like a big fat mother, hen walking worriedly all over the floor.
Mrs. Dolly wanted us to return to my grandfather's place at K City. The truth was, I was not from this city.
I lived miles and miles away, at K city, the grand home where my grandfather lived.