For years, I lived next to a woman who seemed to take pleasure in belittling me. She would mock my simple lifestyle, my small business, and even the clothes I wore. Every time I tried to greet her, she gave me a cold look or a sarcastic smile. I kept telling myself to ignore her, but deep down, her words hurt. She would often brag about her husband’s income, her designer handbags, and how “people should know their level.” I never replied rudely I just smiled and went on with my life, even when it stung.
Things got worse when I started a small food stall near our estate. She laughed openly and told her friends that I was wasting my time “selling chapati on the roadside.” Many people joined her in mocking me, calling me Mama Chapati. I worked silently, waking up early every day and doing my best to serve customers with kindness. It wasn’t easy, but I had faith that one day my effort would pay off.…CONTINUE READING
