The past few more months had been so pathetic of me , I have been a very strong person and people do acknowledge me for that but then these few months I realized I am not that strong when my mom started sickness.
When my mom got sick, though I was the most courageous of her children. I was the one telling my siblings to let's do this and that while they have all been scared already, I was the one running helter skelter but when my mom health started getting worse I also began to fear, I do not only show it but my mind was not at rest at all.
I began to imagine life without my mom, 'I haven't done anything for her', 'she has reap all she had laboured for', thinking all that . I cry everywhere, in the bus when am going home to get something, every corner of the house even when I lay down to sleep. I started to lose hope she would live.
God indeed blessed me with a lot of things, yes I know that, and part of it is my friends. I do not have a lot of friends but I have good friends ,they consoled and encourage me not to lose hope,that God will surely take control, with that I later summon courage and I continue to believe in God's miracles.
Now, my mom is out of emergency and she is getting better at home now,Bless God 🙏. May we never lose our mom untimely, may the live long to reap the fruit they had laboured for, Amen🙏
good to hear she is getting better