Happiness returning

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Then after 3 years, I got happy news. A lady wanted to adopt me! I was ecstatic. I was 8 by then. I was just so happy thinking that finally someone will adopt me and make me a part of their family despite I was a Muslim girl.

A few days later, I met the woman that wanted to adopt me. And I was shocked upon seeing who wanted to adopt me. She was the same person who rescued me- Ms. Alice. I was just so so so happy!  After so many months, I felt like I got happiness :)

We both were just so happy. I was put in school and I aced all my tests and often came first but the only problem was that I still was in a state of shock and had not recovered completely. I usually had anxiousness and nervousness and only felt comfortable at my house with my new mom, Alice. She gave me lots of motherly love. She became my mother and father. She never let me feel like I was not her child. 

My mom then started helping me with meditation and taking me to the therapist to help me recover completely. Even before I recovered, she helped me with my writing. Like I said earlier, she always used to and continued to give me inspiration, encouragement, and determination. She was my role model who always supported me. 

Years pass, And I am now 17. I gain many awards, certificates, and recognition as an identity for myself. I was just so ecstatic. On stage, I give all the credit to my mon- Alice because in reality without her, I would still be suffering and never recover and not be able to pursue my education and show my talent. I was just so grateful and thankful to her!!! 




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