I Was Sleeping Hungry With My Children, Now I Own Two Shops — I Still Can’t Believe My Story
There was a time when hunger was a daily visitor in my house. Not the kind you ignore, but the kind that makes your stomach ache and your children cry themselves to sleep. Many nights, I pretended I wasn’t hungry so my children could eat the little food we had. Other nights, we all slept hungry, praying that morning would come quickly so the pain would fade.
I was once a hardworking woman with dreams, dignity, and hope. But life has a way of testing you until you feel completely broken. After my husband left, everything collapsed at once. The rent piled up.
Food became scarce. Friends disappeared. Even relatives stopped answering my calls. I was left alone with children who looked at me as their only source of safety, while inside I was drowning.
There were days when I walked long distances just to search for casual work, only to return home empty-handed. Some people promised to help but never did. Others judged me silently. I could see it in their eyes — “She has failed.” But what hurt most was watching my children ask questions I had no answers for.
