Can you hug me?A Story by Titilayo Sarah EguriduThe power of a hug
You look at me…
Yet I know deep down that you don’t see me. We sit across each other at the dinning table daily You mumble words to me without meeting my eyes Your eyes are glued to your phone screen “PAPA, I AM HERE”! My words are loud screams in my head! “I made dinner with Mrs Frisk” I whisper politely. You wave your hands dismissively, “it’s okay “ The pungent odor of your constant neglect fills the air a zillion times over. I crumpled back into the dinning chair convulsed with hurt. Deep inside me a sad stirring for my Mama sneaked in. Why did she choose to die? Why didn’t she stay? What was she like?? A sob escaped from my chapped lips, prying Papa from his mobile phone. He looked at me with exasperating disbelief “what now”? My quiet sobs had become bursts of vibrating shudders. Papa nervously wiped a film of nervous perspiration slipping down his forehead. He was thoroughly bewildered. I didn’t ask to be born, I had borne his negligence with the most remarkable composure a five year old could muster… But I was tired of being ignored by the only family I had. “ Papa, the kids in school think I am weird, I don’t have any relatives except my parrot” An unhappy silence punctuated the scene as his face became a roiling mass of embarrassment and shame. Papa!!! Can you hug me??? © 2025 Titilayo Sarah EguriduAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on November 27, 2025 Last Updated on November 27, 2025 AuthorTitilayo Sarah EguriduLagos, Ikeja, NigeriaAboutI believe in God and love people. I love being a story teller who crafts narratives that leave a lasting impression. My mantra is to become a better version of myself daily. more.. |

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