He beat me up for three long, painful years.
Strike me on the head with a heavy stick.
My head would be full of swells.
I would shake uncontrollably whenever he was present.
I was teased by some family members.
“Here she goes, now her demons are here.” They would say.
At the time, I was only seven years old.
The words were more painful than the beating.
Despite living, I was walking dead.
However, God’s grace gave me the power to live again.
I BELIEVED that I’ll soon be embraced by beautiful moments.
Please, don’t ever lose hope in the vastness of God’s mercy because that’s all you need to turn your madness into miracles!
