As I’ve matured, I’ve learned that nothing remains permanent. That’s why I persevere in challenging situations; sometimes my mental health and challenges are at 10% while my composure is at 100%. Sometimes, it may seem like nothing is happening, but I’m certain that change is inevitable—the one constant factor in our world is Change.
Nothing is constant, that is, things, people, languages, and so on, it all change. Everything in this life will go through a change, and I am glad I got to understand this from an unpleasant experience that happened in my life. I didn't face this difficult time alone; I faced it with my parents and siblings, which made it bearable.
This event happened in the year 2012/2013. I am not too certain of the year, but I am certain that our lives went from beds of roses to beds of thorns. After my dad lost his job, at first it felt like nothing was going to happen and dad was going to get a new job in no time because we were dependent on him. He was a strong man, and he always assured all of us not to worry, but he was worried because the new job hunt wasn't showing any sign of hope.
We kept promising our school about the date of payment; different promised days came, and we couldn't meet up with the payment, which eventually led to us being sent out of the school. The embarrassment became so great that my mom asked us to stop going to school. She was tired of answering the question, "Did they send them home? Why are they not in school? Have you not paid your school?"
Sometimes, I wonder if my dad is hiding his money because he always pays our school fee at the start of each session. Naive me didn't know how hard it was for him to see us home always and feed less. Sometimes my sisters would visit our family friends at night so they could have dinner. It was never like this from the beginning; we are the givers, so why are we lacking? I always look back at them.
As a kid who was brought up in a Christian home, my parents always told us we have a father in heaven who always listens to our prayers. There are days I would ask my dad for things I needed, and he would tell me, "Tell your heavenly father, and if he asks me to give it to you, I will give it to you." In a few days or weeks, my dad would get me what I needed, then tell me my heavenly father asked him to get it for me.
With these thoughts in my heart, I went down on my knees one day and cried to my heavenly father because I was tired of the situation we found ourselves in. Overthinking was already making my young dad look old. I poured my heart into him with all sincerity, and then a few weeks later, my dad told us he could get a contract job in a factory, which wasn't his field, but he took the job just to make sure his family didn't go hungry. It was then that hope came back to the family after working in that factory for months. He was invited for an interview at a very nice company. He got the job, and that was when the turnaround came. In a few years, he was promoted.
My old dad and I.
He became so good at his job that he was promoted to the position of company safety manager. In a few more years, benefits came in, and the once-hungry house became the house that gave out again.
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