She found him maddening despite being her son. Littering the house with his clothes and so much more, playing loud music, Mark was getting to her nerves. Though it seemed something one would deal with or push to the side, Stacy just could not.

Having an untidy house got her moody, she could not stand it. In as much as she had tried to brush it off, she had failed.

The environment within the house was tense. Mark was thinking of moving out, but leaving his mother all by herself worried him.

The battle was escalating by the day, tempers were flaring and their patience was wearing thin.

When visiting, Viola noticed that something had to be done before knives were drawn. Looking up a psychiatrist friend, she let him in on what was going on and gave the reins to him to save her friends.

Thankfully, 3 months down the road, the curve was turning around for better.

Looking at what Viola had done and how much she had saved them from, Stacy couldn’t help but give her a standing ovation, she was a friend indeed.

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It had been a long journey for Cassey. Dumped at the church to whoever would have mercy, she had hoped from one orphanage to another. While she was glad to have a roof over her head, a bed to sleep and food to fill her belly, some days were too cold that she wondered when life would stop hurting so much.

She’s learned earlier in life that gratitude was the recipe for a great life despite the prevailing circumstances. Moping was, therefore, one thing that she had kicked out of her life as a way to make it big despite the little availed to her.


Filling her time with giving hope to the new orphanage entrants, she found joy in putting a smile on other people’s faces. Though never adopted, Cassey was glad whenever one of the little girls found a new home. Besides, with her education guaranteed, she knew that it was a matter of time before her ‘crossing’ came forth.

Indeed, as the year came to a close, she was offered a scholarship to study Law at Harvard. Walking through the gates of this prestigious university, she felt like everyone was waiting for her, standing there to give her a standing ovation for the far she had come.

It had been a journey of endurance and hope. Not that she’d reached the zenith of her life, but such was a landmark that only God would have granted her.


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