Fate had turned. Rejoice, now a successful journalist and writer, stood at the crossroads of memory and mercy. She chose to visit.
In the dim room where Monica lay, frail and quiet, Rejoice sat beside her. The once harsh lines of Monica’s face had softened, her eyes clouded with regret. With a steady voice, Rejoice said words she never imagined she could: “Aunt Monica, I forgive you.
I hope you find peace.”
From that day forward, she extended kindness to the woman who had once only caused her pain. In doing so, she liberated herself. Rejoice not only fed Monica’s body but also nourished her own spirit—strengthened by compassion, made whole by forgiveness.
