One day, as she was treating a patient, a familiar figure entered the clinic: Aunt Monica. Time had not been kind to her, and she appeared frail and tired. Her sons, once the pride of her life, had moved abroad and rarely kept in touch. Monica now relied on the kindness of others to survive.

Despite the years of pain and suffering Monica had caused, Rejoice felt no bitterness. Instead, she saw an opportunity for healing. “Sit down, Aunt Monica,” she said gently, guiding her to a chair. “Let’s see how I can help you.”

As Rejoice tended to her aunt’s ailments, she realized she had become the person she had promised herself she would be—strong, independent, and compassionate. Her scars no longer defined her; they were simply a part of her story, a testament to her resilience.

Rejoice had come full circle. She had risen from the ashes of her past, and now, she was the one offering a helping hand. In that moment, she understood that true victory lay not in revenge, but in forgiveness and the power of healing.