I was very young when my father passed away. The grief was overwhelming, but it quickly gave way to responsibility. My family depended on me, and I had no choice but to leave school to help provide food and shelter. Every day felt heavy, every night seemed endless, and I felt like life had dealt me an impossible hand.
Watching other children go to school while I struggled to earn a few coins to feed my siblings filled me with frustration and sadness. Dreams that had once felt possible — finishing school, getting a degree, building a career — now seemed out of reach. I felt trapped. I wondered if my life would ever be anything more than survival.…CONTINUE READING
