When I first met Amina, she was just a small, fragile five-year-old girl. Her mother had abandoned her, leaving her with nothing. She had no home, no money, and nowhere to turn. I was living in a small house in Eastlands, struggling myself, but my heart could not bear to see a child suffer. I took her in, gave her food, clothes, and ensured she went to school.
Every morning, I would wake her up, make breakfast, pack her lunch, and walk her to school. I helped her with homework, guided her in life, and tried my best to give her a normal childhood despite my own difficulties.
Over the years, I treated her like my own child. I celebrated her birthdays, supported her dreams, and comforted her through hard times. I worked double shifts, borrowed money, and made personal sacrifices just to make sure she had everything she needed to succeed.
But when Amina became an adult, started earning her own money, and began living independently, everything changed. She turned her back on me. She kicked me out of her house, saying she didn’t need me anymore. I was heartbroken, confused, and didn’t know where to turn. It felt like all my sacrifices had meant nothing.TO READ FULL DETAILS, TAP HERE.