Tehilah (2025)

16/07/2025

The Beginning of the Curse

Part 9: A New Beginning

Joy’s acceptance into the counseling program marked the beginning of a new chapter in her life. It wasn’t just a new academic pursuit—it was a reaffirmation of the woman she had become. She had fought so hard to get to this point, and now, with her dream finally within reach, it felt like all the pieces of her life were coming together. The journey had been long, but every obstacle she had faced, every moment of doubt, had led her to this.

The first few weeks in the program were overwhelming, but in the best way possible. The coursework was demanding, and the responsibilities were many, but Joy was ready. She had grown accustomed to hard work, to pushing through challenges. Her past had prepared her for this. Every lesson, every lecture, was a step toward her future.

As Joy sat in her first counseling class, she realized how much she had changed. She had once been that scared girl who had never believed she was capable of anything more than surviving. Now, she was a woman with purpose, with the skills and determination to build something meaningful. She was learning the tools she needed to help others, to guide them through their own pain and struggles.

Her classmates, many of whom came from different backgrounds, were all on their own journeys of self-discovery. Some had suffered from childhood trauma, others were recovering from personal battles. But in the classroom, they were united by a shared goal: to help others heal. It felt like a place where she truly belonged, a space where her own pain was not a weakness, but a strength that connected her to others.

Yet, even as she settled into her new life, her past still cast its shadow. Every now and then, she would receive a call or a letter from her father, asking how she was doing. The first few times, she ignored them, not sure how to respond. How could she answer him? How could she explain the depth of what she had gone through without feeling the weight of all the things left unsaid between them?

But then, one day, after a particularly emotional class on childhood neglect and abandonment, Joy felt a shift inside her. She realized that while she didn’t owe her father anything, she owed it to herself to stop running from him. The past had shaped her, but it didn’t have to define her. She had a right to speak her truth, even if it was uncomfortable.

That evening, after class, Joy sat down with pen and paper and began writing a letter to her father. It wasn’t just a letter—it was a way for her to finally say all the things she had never said, to put her feelings into words and let them go.

Father,

I don’t know how to say this, but I’ve realized that I can’t keep living in the shadow of our past. I’ve spent so many years resenting you for the way you treated me and my mother, for the way you abandoned me. But I know now that my pain is my own, and it’s time to let go of it. I’ve worked hard to rebuild my life, to create something that’s mine. And while I don’t expect anything from you, I want you to know that I’m okay. I’ve forgiven you, not for you, but for me. I’m finally free.

Joy

It wasn’t a letter full of anger or bitterness. It was a letter of closure. It was Joy’s way of releasing the emotional hold that her father’s absence had on her. The moment she sealed the envelope and dropped it in the mailbox, she felt lighter, freer. For the first time, she was truly at peace with her past.

In the weeks that followed, Joy continued to immerse herself in her studies, but something had changed. The weight that had once held her down was gone. She had taken control of her life, and now, her future seemed limitless.

As part of the counseling program, Joy was required to complete an internship at a local youth center that provided support for troubled teens. It was a place where young people, many of whom came from difficult backgrounds, could find guidance and support. Joy threw herself into her work there, using everything she had learned to help these teens navigate their own struggles.

She was good at it. In fact, she was better than she had ever imagined. Her ability to connect with the kids, to understand their pain, came from her own experiences. She knew what it was like to feel lost, to feel abandoned, and now she could show them that they, too, could overcome it.

One afternoon, as she sat with a young girl named Amina, who had been struggling with the loss of her mother, the weight of it all hit her in a way she hadn’t expected. Amina was sitting across from her, her eyes filled with the same pain that Joy had carried for so many years. It was as if she was looking into a mirror, seeing herself as a child.

“I don’t know how to go on without her,” Amina whispered, her voice breaking. “It feels like the whole world is against me.”

Joy leaned forward, her heart aching for this girl who was carrying so much pain. “I understand how you feel,” Joy said gently. “I lost my mother too. But I promise you, even though it feels impossible now, you will get through this. You will find your strength, even if you don’t feel it right now. And you won’t have to do it alone.”

Amina looked up at her, tears in her eyes. “How do you know?”

“Because I’ve been there,” Joy said, her voice full of conviction. “I’ve been lost, broken, and afraid. But I found my way, and so will you.”

As she said those words, Joy realized that helping Amina wasn’t just about offering advice—it was about showing her that healing was possible. That she, too, could rebuild her life. It was the very lesson Joy had learned for herself, and now, she was passing it on.

The hours passed quickly, and Joy found herself leaving the center that day with a full heart. She had done more than just listen to Amina’s story. She had shared her own. And in doing so, she had realized that her journey wasn’t just about healing herself—it was about giving others the tools to heal, too.

As the semester drew to a close, Joy stood on the precipice of a new beginning. She had completed the first leg of her counseling program, and with every lesson, every breakthrough, she had come closer to the woman she had always wanted to be. She was no longer running from her past—she was using it to build a future that was bright with possibility.

The road ahead was still long, but Joy knew that with each step she took, she was walking toward something better. She was walking toward a future she had created, one where she could heal, help others, and live a life that was truly her own.

And in that moment, as she looked out at the horizon, she smiled. This was just the beginning.

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In part nine, Joy reaches another pivotal moment in her journey—fully embracing her new life as a counselor, helping others while continuing to heal herself. Her letter to her father marks the final step in releasing the emotional grip of her past, and her internship reveals her growing sense of purpose. She no longer defines herself by what she has lost, but by the strength she has found. Let me know when you’re ready for the next part!

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15/07/2025

The Beginning of the Curse

Part 8: Full Circle

Joy had come a long way from the shy, broken girl who had once been trapped in a house filled with cruelty and neglect. She had found strength within herself and had embraced her purpose—helping others heal, just as she had done. But as life continued to unfold, she began to realize that while she had escaped the physical constraints of her past, the emotional scars remained. And now, in this new chapter of her life, it was time to confront them head-on.

The support group she had been working with became a significant part of her life. She had developed strong bonds with many of the students, some of whom came from backgrounds not unlike her own. Each time she spoke at a meeting, she felt more and more connected to them, as though each word she spoke bridged the gap between the past and the present. In helping others, she was continuing to heal herself.

One afternoon, as Joy was walking through the campus, she saw a familiar face. It was one of her old classmates from the village, a boy named Tunde. They had known each other when they were children, though their paths had diverged long ago. Tunde had been in the same situation as Joy, raised by parents who were too busy or too distant to show love or care. They had been friends once, but like so many things in her past, their connection had faded as life moved on.

Tunde approached her with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up when he saw her. “Joy? Is that really you?” he asked, his voice full of surprise.

“Tunde!” Joy responded, equally shocked to see him. “I didn’t expect to see you here! What are you doing in the city?”

“I’m here for school,” he said, laughing slightly. “I’ve been trying to make something of myself, just like you. But I can’t believe it’s really you. I heard you were here, but I didn’t expect to run into you.”

The reunion felt strange but also comforting. They sat down together and caught up, talking about the years that had passed, the struggles they had faced, and the dreams they were still chasing. Tunde, it seemed, had struggled with the same sense of abandonment that Joy had. His mother had died when he was young, and his father had remarried, leaving him feeling alone in a house that was no longer his home.

“I used to wonder if I’d ever make it out of there,” Tunde said, his voice tinged with nostalgia and regret. “I thought the only way out was through anger, through fighting. But here I am, just trying to build something that’s mine.”

Joy nodded, understanding more than he knew. “It’s not easy, is it?” she said. “But sometimes, it’s the things we’re forced to endure that give us the strength to move forward. The hardest part is believing that there’s something better out there.”

Tunde’s eyes softened as he looked at her. “You’ve changed, Joy. You always had that strength in you, but now... it’s like you’ve found your place.”

Joy smiled. She had found her place—within herself, within the support group, and within the work she was doing to help others. But there was still one piece missing, one that she hadn’t realized until now. She had helped others build their futures, but had she fully embraced her own?

That evening, after their conversation, Joy found herself deep in thought. She had spent so much of her time giving to others, offering her strength to help them heal, that she had neglected her own dreams. She had not yet truly built the life she wanted, the life that would truly honor the woman she had become.

The thought weighed heavily on her heart as she lay in bed that night. Her studies were important, but they weren’t enough. She couldn’t keep living in the shadows of the past, even though it had shaped her. She had come so far, but the true test would be whether she could step into her own future with confidence, without the fears that still haunted her.

The next day, as she sat at her desk, she opened her laptop and stared at the scholarship application forms she had kept. They had been a symbol of her escape, her hope. But she had never fully pursued the dreams she had once considered—becoming a counselor, working with young people like her to help them overcome their own struggles. She had always thought it was too far out of reach, too difficult, too risky.

But as she stared at the blank page before her, a sense of determination filled her. She had already overcome so much. This was the next step. She was no longer going to run from her own potential.

With a deep breath, Joy began to type. The words flowed easily as she poured her heart into the application, describing her journey, her passion for helping others, and her desire to become a counselor. She was no longer afraid of failing, of being rejected. She had faced worse things and had come out stronger. The only thing left to do now was try.

Days turned into weeks as Joy awaited a response. Her mind wandered constantly to what could be, to the future she had been too afraid to claim. Each moment was a step toward something unknown, but she was no longer afraid of that uncertainty.

Then, one afternoon, she received an email notification that made her heart skip a beat. She clicked it open, her breath caught in her chest. The subject line read: Counseling Program Acceptance Notification.

Her hands shook as she read the email, her eyes quickly scanning the words. She had been accepted into the program. Her dream was finally becoming a reality.

Joy sat back in her chair, overwhelmed by the news. Tears filled her eyes, but these weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of triumph. She had done it. She had pushed through all the doubts, all the fear, all the pain of her past, and had come out stronger on the other side.

For the first time, Joy truly believed that she had the power to shape her own future. Her journey had come full circle, from a broken girl in a house filled with cruelty to a woman who had not only rebuilt her own life but was now in a position to help others rebuild theirs.

As she looked out the window at the campus below, she smiled. This was only the beginning.

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In this eighth part, Joy comes full circle, reconnecting with someone from her past and realizing that in helping others, she must also embrace her own dreams. This part explores the realization that while she has helped many, her own potential is worth pursuing as well. She takes the next step toward her future, accepting the next challenge with courage and confidence. Let me know when you're ready for the next part!

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13/07/2025

The Beginning of the Curse

Part 7: The Road to Self-Discovery

Joy’s journey was never going to be a smooth one. Despite the newfound confidence she had gained in her new life, there were still moments when the weight of her past would come crashing back into her mind. There were times when she would lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering if her mother would be proud of her. The guilt, the feeling of not being enough, would sometimes haunt her, despite all the progress she had made.

But Joy had learned an important lesson: healing wasn’t linear. There would be days when she felt like she had conquered the world and others when she felt like she was back at square one. What mattered most, however, was that she had the strength to keep going, no matter how many setbacks she faced.

Over time, she grew closer to her classmates and professors. Her quiet nature, once a barrier to forming relationships, had begun to change. She started opening up more, sharing her story when the time was right. The more she shared, the more she realized that everyone had their own struggles, their own painful pasts. No one was immune to hardship.

One day, as she was sitting in a cafe on campus, doing some work, she noticed a group of students sitting nearby. They were talking and laughing, but as Joy looked closer, she realized that one of the girls was in a deep conversation with a friend, her face showing signs of distress. Her body language was closed off, and she was staring at a piece of paper in her hands.

Curious, Joy watched as the girl’s friend comforted her, but the sadness on the girl’s face didn’t fade. Joy’s heart went out to her. Without thinking, she stood up and walked over.

“Excuse me,” Joy said gently, “I couldn’t help but notice that something seems to be bothering you. If you want to talk about it, I’m here.”

The girl looked up in surprise. She didn’t seem like she had expected anyone to approach her. Her eyes were red, and her hands shook slightly as she folded the paper. For a moment, there was silence between them.

“I don’t know why I’m even telling you this,” the girl said with a weak smile, “but I just found out that my mother is really sick. The doctors don’t think she has much time left.”

Joy felt her heart tighten. She knew the weight of that pain all too well—the fear, the helplessness, the overwhelming sorrow of knowing that someone you loved so much was slipping away. But she also knew that grief could be a catalyst for change. It could open your heart in ways that nothing else could.

“You’re not alone,” Joy said softly. “I know what it feels like to lose someone you love, and even though the pain feels unbearable, it does get easier with time. But you don’t have to carry it all by yourself. Sometimes, just talking about it helps.”

The girl’s eyes softened, and she nodded. “Thanks,” she whispered. “I wasn’t sure who to talk to, but something about you made me feel like it would be okay.”

Joy smiled and sat down beside her. “It will be. And if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”

As the conversation continued, Joy found herself realizing something. She wasn’t just here to build a future for herself; she was here to help others. She had spent so many years fighting alone, so many years feeling like she had no one to lean on. But now, she could be that person for someone else. She could offer the kindness, the support, and the understanding that had been so hard for her to find in her past.

In the weeks that followed, Joy began to volunteer at the university’s support group for students going through personal crises. She spoke about her own journey, the pain she had overcome, and the strength she had discovered within herself. As she listened to the stories of others, she realized that she wasn’t alone in her struggles. Everyone had their own battles, and yet, they were all fighting to rise above them.

Through her involvement with the group, Joy also began to realize that her passion for helping others was not something she could ignore. It was something that had been with her all along, a part of her that had been buried beneath the weight of her own suffering. Her experiences had given her a unique perspective, one that allowed her to connect with people on a deeper level. She could offer empathy in a way that most people couldn’t, and that made her feel like she was truly making a difference.

One day, as she sat with Ada, discussing her involvement with the support group, Ada smiled at her. “You’ve come a long way, Joy. I’m proud of you. You’ve not only found a way to heal, but you’ve also found a way to give back.”

“I never thought I would be able to help anyone,” Joy replied, her voice quiet but full of conviction. “But I guess I’ve learned that the only way to move forward is to help others along the way.”

Ada nodded. “That’s the true power of healing. It’s not just about finding peace for yourself—it’s about helping others find it, too.”

Joy thought about those words for a long time. She knew that her path was still unfolding, that there would be more challenges ahead. But for the first time, she wasn’t afraid of what was to come. She had found her purpose, and that purpose was bigger than anything she had ever imagined.

She wasn’t just the girl who had been abandoned and mistreated. She was Joy, a woman with a story to tell, a heart to give, and a future to build. She had discovered the power of her own strength, and now, she was ready to share it with the world.

The road ahead wasn’t easy, and she knew that the past would never be completely gone. But as she continued on her journey, Joy no longer viewed the struggles she had faced as burdens. Instead, they were stepping stones—each one leading her closer to the woman she was meant to be.

And for the first time, Joy truly believed that she could handle whatever came next.

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In this seventh part, Joy’s story evolves as she starts helping others, finding a sense of fulfillment in sharing her strength and support with those going through similar struggles. Her emotional growth deepens as she realizes that healing is not just about herself—it’s about lifting others along the way. This part is a pivotal moment in her journey toward self-discovery and purpose. Let me know when you're ready for the next part!

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12/07/2025

The Beginning of the Curse

Part 6
As the days turned into weeks, Joy began to settle into her new life. The school was everything she had hoped for—a place where she could finally shed the weight of her past and focus on building a future for herself. The initial shock of leaving her old life behind had faded, and in its place was a sense of belonging, a quiet confidence that she had never known before.

She immersed herself in her studies, determined to make the most of this opportunity. The lessons were challenging, and at times, the work seemed endless, but Joy relished in it. For the first time, her education wasn’t just about learning—it was about healing. Each book she opened, each new idea she explored, was a step toward becoming the woman she had always dreamed of being. She began to believe in herself again, to see her potential for the first time in years.

Her classmates were kind, but Joy still felt a certain distance between herself and them. She hadn’t grown up with the privileges that many of them had. They talked about their families, their vacations, their carefree lives, and Joy sometimes felt a pang of envy. Her past, the memories of her cruel stepmother and the cold indifference of her father, were still fresh in her mind. But as she spent more time with her classmates, she realized that they, too, had their own struggles—struggles she couldn’t always see. They weren’t perfect. No one was. And that realization brought her a sense of comfort.

One afternoon, as she was walking across the campus, she saw Ada sitting on a bench, reading a book. Joy’s heart lifted at the sight of her mentor—the woman who had believed in her when no one else did, the woman who had shown her that there was more to life than suffering. Ada looked up as she approached, and her face broke into a smile.

“You look different, Joy,” Ada said, her voice warm and full of pride. “Like you’ve found something new inside yourself.”

“I think I have,” Joy replied, sitting down beside her. “I’ve learned that I’m not just a victim of my circumstances. I’m more than that.”

Ada nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. “You are. You’ve always been. But now, you’re starting to see it for yourself.”

Joy’s mind drifted back to her old life, to the house where she had spent so many years feeling trapped. She thought about the harsh words, the way her stepmother had treated her like an outsider in her own home. She thought about the man who had fathered her, but who had never truly been there for her. For so long, she had defined herself by their rejection, by the pain they had caused her. But now, she was beginning to see herself as something more—a woman with her own dreams, her own strength, her own future.

The conversation with Ada lingered in her mind as she returned to her dormitory. The days had become more routine now, but every once in a while, something would happen to remind her of how far she had come. Like when she passed a mirror and caught a glimpse of her reflection—a young woman who no longer looked like the frightened girl who had once been weighed down by the burden of her past.

She had changed, and though she was still the same person at her core, she now carried herself with a quiet confidence that was impossible to ignore. She had found her voice, and with it, she had begun to carve out a place for herself in this new world.

But not everyone was happy about Joy’s transformation. Her stepmother’s influence had long since faded from her daily life, but her presence still lingered in the back of Joy’s mind. She would think about the times her stepmother had belittled her, the cruel words she had used to keep her in line. And although she had escaped physically, Joy knew that her stepmother’s emotional hold on her would take time to break.

One evening, as she sat at her desk, working on an assignment, she received a letter. It was from her father—a rare occurrence, and one that filled her with an unexpected sense of dread. She hadn’t heard from him since she left. The letter was short and to the point.

Joy,

I hope you’re doing well in school. Your stepmother and I have been thinking about you. We miss you here at home.

I’m proud of you for getting the scholarship, but remember where you came from. Don’t forget us.

Your father,

John Adebayo.

Joy held the letter in her hands, staring at the words. They didn’t feel like a message of love or care. They felt like a reminder—a reminder of the life she had left behind, a reminder of the man who had never truly been there for her.

The words, Don’t forget us, echoed in her mind. Her father was asking her to remember the people who had hurt her, to return to the world she had fought so hard to escape. The urge to crumble the letter, to throw it away, was strong. But something inside her told her to hold on to it. Not as a letter of hope or reconciliation, but as a reminder of what she had survived, of the strength it had taken to get to this point.

She had left that life behind, and though the past would always be a part of her, it no longer defined her. She was no longer that girl who had been silenced by cruelty and neglect. She was a young woman with a future—one that she had created for herself, one that no one could take away.

The next day, after some reflection, Joy wrote a letter in return. She didn’t know if her father would ever truly understand, but she had to say what was on her heart.

Father,

I’ve read your letter. Thank you for the thoughts, though I can’t say I miss being in that house. I’ve worked hard to get where I am, and I’m proud of who I’ve become. I’m building a future for myself, one that doesn’t include the pain of the past.

I hope one day you will see that.

Joy

When she sealed the envelope and placed it in the mailbox, it felt like another weight had been lifted. She wasn’t angry at her father anymore—she had let go of that resentment. But she also knew that she couldn’t allow him or anyone else to control her future. She had spent too many years living for others, and it was time to live for herself.

As she sent the letter off, Joy felt a sense of peace. She had come a long way from the girl who had once been broken by her circumstances. She had fought to build her own life, and now, she was truly free.

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In this sixth part, Joy fully embraces her new identity and independence. As she settles into her new life, the challenges from her past still linger, but she confronts them with newfound strength. The letter from her father represents the last tether to the past that she must sever in order to move forward. This marks a significant step in her emotional and personal growth. Let me know when you’re ready for the next part!

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10/07/2025

The Beginning of the Curse

Part 4: The Struggle for Independence

As the weeks passed, Joy’s life took on a new rhythm. The early mornings she spent cleaning and doing chores were now accompanied by quiet moments of reflection. Her evenings, once filled with resentment and fear, were now dedicated to learning and growing. Ada had become her mentor, her guiding light in a world that often felt too dark.

Yet, even with this new sense of purpose, the road ahead was not without its challenges. Her stepmother’s cruelty intensified as she realized that Joy was no longer the meek, submissive girl she had been. The more Joy stood her ground, the more her stepmother tried to break her spirit. But Joy refused to back down. She was no longer afraid of her, no longer afraid of the harsh words or the cold glares. Her mother’s strength had been passed down to her, and she would carry it with pride.

One afternoon, as she was returning from the market, Joy saw her stepmother speaking to a neighbor. The conversation was quiet, but she could hear the bitterness in her stepmother’s voice. “She thinks she can just walk all over me, do whatever she wants,” her stepmother said. “She needs to be taught a lesson. She’s nothing but trouble.”

Joy’s heart sank as she listened, but it wasn’t the words that hurt her—it was the realization that her stepmother’s cruelty wasn’t going to end. No matter how strong she became, no matter how hard she worked to change her life, her stepmother would always try to pull her back into the darkness. The thought of this ongoing battle left Joy feeling exhausted.

But it also lit a fire inside her. She knew she couldn’t keep fighting this battle forever—she needed a way out. Ada had been talking to her about a scholarship program at a nearby town, a program that could give her the opportunity to study and build a better future. It seemed like a distant dream, but the more she thought about it, the more it seemed like her only chance. A chance to escape. A chance to be free.

That evening, as she sat at the dinner table, Joy made up her mind. She was going to apply for the scholarship, no matter what it took. It wasn’t just about education—it was about proving to herself that she could create a life beyond the cruelty of her stepmother and father. It was about reclaiming her dignity, her independence, and her future.

The very next day, she went to Ada’s house after finishing her chores. With her heart racing, she told Ada about the scholarship. Ada’s face lit up with excitement. “This is it, Joy,” she said. “This is your chance to take control of your life. You’re ready for this.”

But with the excitement also came fear. Fear that her father would refuse to support her. Fear that her stepmother would sabotage her chances. For years, she had lived under the shadow of their cruelty, and the thought of standing up to them was terrifying. But deep down, Joy knew it was the only way forward.

The application process was long, and the pressure to succeed was overwhelming. There were forms to fill out, essays to write, and interviews to attend. Joy spent every free moment she had pouring over the paperwork, working tirelessly to make sure everything was perfect. She knew that this was her one shot. There could be no mistakes.

But as the days passed, the tension in the house only grew. Her stepmother’s behavior became even more hostile. She would make nasty comments whenever Joy came home late from studying with Ada. She would complain about the food Joy prepared, or the chores that were left undone, even if Joy had already done everything she was supposed to.

One evening, as Joy sat at the kitchen table writing an essay for the scholarship, her stepmother barged into the room. “You think you’re better than everyone else now, don’t you?” she sneered. “You think you can just leave this house and forget about us? You think you can escape your place?”

Joy didn’t flinch. She had heard these words before, but this time, they didn’t have the same power over her. She looked up at her stepmother, her voice steady. “I’m not trying to escape you. I’m trying to build a future for myself. I want something more than this.”

Her stepmother’s face twisted in anger. “You’ll never make it. You’ll always be nothing. Just like your mother was.”

Joy’s heart pounded in her chest, but she didn’t let the words affect her. They were just words—empty words meant to hold her back. She had learned long ago that the only way to move forward was to ignore the negativity around her. “We’ll see,” she replied, standing up from the table. “I’m going to make my own path. I don’t need your approval.”

With that, she left the room, her stepmother’s words following her like a bad smell. But Joy no longer cared. She had a new mission now—a new vision of what her life could be.

Days turned into weeks, and Joy pushed herself harder than ever before. There were moments when she wanted to give up—when the weight of her responsibilities felt too heavy to bear. But she refused to quit. Every time she felt like she couldn’t go on, she thought of her mother’s strength. She thought of Ada’s belief in her. She thought of the future that was waiting for her.

Then, the day came when the results of the scholarship were announced. Joy stood in front of the small community board, her heart racing. The crowd around her seemed to blur as she scanned the list for her name. And then, there it was. “Joy Adebayo—scholarship recipient.”

The tears that had been building up for months finally spilled over. They weren’t tears of sadness or fear—they were tears of relief. Tears of triumph. She had done it. She had proven to herself that she was capable of achieving something bigger than the life she had been forced to live.

But as she stood there, a strange sense of calm washed over her. This wasn’t the end of her journey—it was just the beginning. She knew there would be obstacles ahead. Her stepmother’s cruelty would not end simply because she had earned a scholarship. But for the first time, Joy felt truly free. She had a future, and no one could take that away from her.

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In this fourth part, Joy begins to take bold steps toward her future, with the scholarship offering her the hope of a new life. Her determination to escape her circumstances grows stronger as she faces even more obstacles, but she perseveres, proving her resilience. Her story is one of self-discovery and the power of believing in oneself, even in the face of adversity. Let me know when you're ready for the next part!

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