I left my mother for year…not because I stopped loving her,but because I wanted to become somebody she would be proud of.
I came to the city with a dream —to build a better life as a young girl who refused to give up.
Every morning I wake up,not just as a nanny,but as a sister, a helper, a learner, and a fighter.
I try my best…I put in effort…I give my strength to care for my sister’s child because I believe every sacrifice today is a seed for tomorrow.
But working under someone you love is one of the hardest jobs in the world.
Sometimes I make mistakes —many mistakes.
And I cry silently asking myself,“Why do I keep getting it wrong when I am trying so hard to do it right?”
One day, someone told me,“You will keep making mistakes if you try to please everybody.Do what is right in your heart, and leave the rest to God.”
That stayed with me.
So I stayed quiet…I stayed humble…
My sister is a good person —cheerful, generous, kind.But nobody is perfect.
Still…I lowered myself in the house.I avoided bad conversations.
Because I didn’t come here to fight —I came here to grow.I came here to make my mother proud.
Coming here was my dream.And despite everything…this family welcomed me and gave me a place.
I forgive easily.Maybe my mother was right —I have the heart of a child.
I get hurt…I cry…and after a few minutesI laugh again.
Because in all of this —beyond the stress, the silence, the misunderstandings…
I even try to outlook my anger issues so I won't cause a problem,I laugh so much even when, I am been insulted to avoid been angry.i try passing out my anger through writing or playing music to pass my Time and get rid of any thing that will get me emotional down.PART 2 LOADING...
