I am 13 years old, I have 3 brothers and I am the only girl. My dad died when I was 8 years old.
When my dad was alive, I was his only daughter and he cherished me. I was in a good school, well dressed, and enjoyed family time. When he died everything suddenly changed. There was no food and no money to pay school fees or buy clothes. Life became very hard. My aunts and uncles came and took all of our inheritances, sold our home for money and took my brothers and me, not to help us, but for selling. We suffered a lot. I was able to escape with one of my brothers and return to our mom. When I woke up each day, I would see my dear dad in my broken heart. I would remember a good time and I would begin to weep.
One day, I was selected to participate in a workshop about trauma healing. This was a great time for me, to get a new direction to my life. There, I met with other orphans living in the same or worse situations than me. It was a good time to heal my wounded heart. At the end they gave me a precious gift, which is now my new friend. When I feel alone my gift, my Bible, speaks to me. When I read it, it comforts me, gives me hope, and brings light to my future. It shows to me that I am not alone. I am with Jesus Christ, a great friend and a Dad for orphans.