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Name: Amos Alpha
Dear Mama,
I still remember that day. You packed your bag, and I asked, “Where are you going?” I was just eleven. You smiled and said, “For the work of God. I’ll be back soon. Don’t miss me too much, my last born.”
I wasn’t happy, but you gave me ₦100 and told me to buy something nice.
The day you were meant to return, I waited. Daddy said you were on your way. Later, he got a call—something had happened.
The next morning, I woke up to people crying.
You were gone.
Taken by fire.
Forever.
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