Her father visited occasionally, bringing with him tales of city life and news of her brother, who was growing into a curious and cheerful child. He always brought gifts—books, paper, and pens—understanding that these were the keys to the world Rejoice longed to unlock.

On one visit, he sat with her under the shade of a mango tree, speaking softly. “I am proud of you, Rejoice. You’ve grown wise beyond your years. Your mother would be proud too.”

His words, though rarely spoken, were seeds of hope planted deep in her heart.