My mom was so happy to hear how much I love this new job of mine. This was the best experience I've had since I started all over. The evening came so fast, and we had dinner. Then came time to go to bed. I took a bath, dressed, and went to bed. Then came once more the darkness. Those memories came for the umpteenth time, but this time around, it was like a dream. I saw him coming one more time, telling me to shut up, taking me by force. With no strength left in me, I had no other choice than to pray in my heart, pleading with God to help me, to send His angel to protect me. I am feeling so weak. I think I'm going to give up. Is this how my life will end? So miserably, being assaulted, feeling rejected? Jesus, will You let me down? I feel so powerless. I can't utter a shout, and I see how my clothes are being torn. All hope is gone.... What is happening? I saw another man coming to my rescue. He gave a punch to the disgusting being on top of me, and I felt something different this time around. It is a feeling of comfort, peace, and security. I never thought I could feel secure in the presence of a man. He took me in his arms and covered me with a shawl and told me everything would be okay. I drifted into a deep slumber and woke up sweating but feeling secure and at peace. It seems like I've been drained of all my strength, so I had no other choice than to lie back and sleep, and for the first time in this period, I slept peacefully.
The morning came, and I woke up early and felt relieved and at peace. I made my bed and went to the bathroom. When I opened my wardrobe, I had the shock of my life. Everything was gone—all my clothes.....nothing was left. Or should I say everything had been changed to a new set of stuff like new gowns, trousers, jeans, shirts, and skirts. I heard a knock on the door, and my mom entered. "Surprise!" my mom shouted. "Mom, what is the meaning of all this? And where are my clothes?" "I burned them all," she told me. "WHAT!! Mom, you aren't serious. You can't do this to me." "I am very serious, and you have no other choice than to get used to it. I can understand that you don't love outings, but I will never allow you to dress so poorly in this house. I want you to live and not be a walking corpse. You are a beautiful woman, and you still have a great future ahead of you, and no mother will sit and watch their children damage their lives. You have no other choice than to change." She left my room, taking the gown I wore the previous day to work. I was so shocked that no word came out of my mouth. I had no other choice than to choose a dress from my wardrobe and get ready if I wanted to reach school early. Truth be told, my mom has fashion taste, and everything was beautiful. I chose a simple blue dress with a V-neck, and I wore sandals. I went to the parlor, and when my mom saw me in that dress, she had an expression of amazement on her face 😲. "You look gorgeous, my baby," she said.