A GUEST IN EVERY ROOM
Living became a choice. Even when it felt like I was running from my past instead of facing it. I kept asking myself difficult questions. Was I healing… or hiding? Was I choosing peace… or making excuses for walking away instead of fixing what I broke? With those thoughts, I went straight to Aunt Mamutsi — my youngest aunt. It wasn’t my first time staying there. They already knew what was troubling me. Richard — her boyfriend — welcomed me warmly into his house. Maybe it was because he shared the same name as my late father. Maybe it was just his nature. But from the first day, he made sure I felt safe. “Nobody knows what life turns out to be,” he would say softly. “We should thank God for every breath.” I tried helping around the house — washing dishes, sweeping, cooking wh
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