Young stress

It was on a cold evening.I barely had warm clothes on to protect me from the cold that was cutting through my flesh numbing my veins.Holding my chin,trembling uncontrollably and hoping for my mum to show up.
Sitting outside grandpa's main house,I could tell something was a miss,I just couldn't tap on it but it was there. I could feel it.
My elder sister was inside the house with my dad,I spotted my uncle at another hut one hundred yards away,standing and facing the road.
Everything was so quiet and sending signals of something terrible in the offing.
I sat there facing the road hoping for my mum to show up. She seemed to be taking long and that worried me a lot more than the deafening silence in this compound.
One hour,two hours and three passed,she had not shown up. I was hungry,I wanted to eat.I was so cold,I needed something warm to cover me up.
I stood up,flicked my hair,dusted my dress and got inside grandpa's house.
My dad was sitted there,with my elder sister who was now six years.I was only two.
My dad took me in his arms,and helped me a cup of milk tea.His heart was racing really fast. I could feel the palpitations.
Just what was happening? I was too young to understand. But all I remember,I felt something wrong about to happen.Something that changed our lives.