I have gone few steps past my daughter's room when I abruptly heard her loud shout which also vanished at once.

I quickly stood, gesticulating with my hands as though I had forgotten an important thing. Various thoughts from the nook and crannies of the world soon engrossed my heavy mind and really they were negative.

I was very anxious to enter Isabel's room.

Maybe she is dead..
This was what I pondered in my heart.

If some crazy African dancers were to be there, they would have cherished the fast beats that my heart made.
Well, someone could raise an eyebrow regarding the reason I sounded in such tune. It is as straight forward as the pathway of hell.

My daughter was suffering from hyper emotionality. It all started after she was r*ped and abused severally by some heinous gentle men of the road.

Indeed, I have being a careless mother to my darling Isabel. While my husband was yet alive, that was what he hated with disgust.

He always tell it to me without biting the tongue that I would regret it someday if I were to continue in being adamant.

Countless times, I have dealt miserably with him for attempting to correct me regarding how I should train her. What prompted me was the fact that I have being a barren woman coupled with my pitiable story which was even just enough to relinquish my stubborness.

At age twenty five, I stumbled with my old boy friend back then at school who impregnated me and fled. I never believed that I could survive it, yet I did by the grace of God.

Even though I lost the child, I never became daunted with pursuing my magnificent vision.

More on that, my family stopped from relating with me as usual because they felt I have become a bunch of disappointment to them and really it was.

It was later on that everything returned to normality by the grace of God.

Before the death of my husband that very night, he humbly cautioned me to be meticulous on how I was bringing up Isabel.

She had being a victim of r*pe and abuse because of my past mistakes. Now, he urged me never to allow such to repeat itself again.

Isabel gradually developed this trauma that always dared to take away her dear life.
She started being afraid, especially at the sight of the opposite s*x. Her own phobia was very ardent and it often sent fears to my nerves.

When I entered her room, I saw her in tears as she beheld her phone. Then, she was in S.S.2.
Stunned and quietly, I tiptoed to where she was and collected her phone.

Lo and behold, it was a message from a boy she saved as Martin.

Hey Isabel! I love you and I do trust you love me too.. What do you have to say? I am anticipating for your response soon darling.

What !
I shouted immediately.

Who's Martin? I asked with my shaky voice, turning towards her direction.

She was now in great tears..

She never said any word. All she did was to shiver with fear as though I would strangle her to death.

Talk to me baby. I finally had to beg her in a low tone.

Well, she never did and myself being a fool, did not even bother to raise the issue again.

It all continued until the very worst happened. My Pastor always used to sound it that one can never give what he doesn't have. That was just my case. I yearned for the best of my daughter; yet I was akin to Arkad, an investor in George Clason's book who anticipated for alpha from a wrong investment.

I was driving to my work place when I received a call from an unknown person who identified himself as Doctor Sam.

Are you Mrs Becky James, Isabel's mum?

Yes I am, trust all is well?
I replied with fear that he even felt.

As though he had been aware of my attitude, he only grunted in a very low tone.

Pls madam, your presence is needed in Incubator's hospital. It is just well, no worries!.
He finally said and hanged up the call.

All through my life, I have never driven the way I did then. I did a dangerous U-turn and zoomed off to the hospital.

On getting there, I saw very many of them looking so disappointed. Some wept, while few who already knew who I was, glared at me.

Just then, I had this great sensation that something was damn wrong and it could possibly pertain to my innocent daughter's life.

For that very moment, I was doubtful that Isabel was alive. Quickly, I hurried to the doctor's office and there I saw a young man with his face bent on the table.

When he raised his face to see who it was that just stormed his office, I couldn't believe my eyes.

It was Samuel Mbah, my old coursemate then in the university days. He was the doctor that spoke with me. He never expressed his surprises. I really observed how sorrowful he felt the more.

So you are the one? He asked rhetorically, removing his dark spectacles.

Of course Samuel, it's been a long time. I replied with a soft voice, yet bewildered about my daughter's state.

Why have you allowed the enemy to wreck your home? I have been enjoining you about that since I got to know you. Becky why?

Talk to me Doctor Sam, what has happened to my daughter? I wept sore, heavily losing it.

Sadly, he waved his head and wiped the tears in his both eyes. I didn't need any other proof again to conclude my daughter's state. At once, I fell and started crying. Really, my tears then were futile because I have already allowed the enemy to win it all.

When Doctor Sam tried to console me, a nurse suddenly came, panting as she announced to the doctor.

She's alive sir..! we need your presence..!!

What..! Follow me now!
Doctor Sam shouted and hurried to his stethoscope after which they left immediately and I was left alone, still crying bitterly.

When I finally came to my daughter's ward, I saw everyone smiling just at me. It was only my daughter and I that wept.

I quickly ran towards her and there on the bed, I hugged her very tight. Hot tears ran down my soaked cheeks as I appreciated God.

I truly attested to the fact that I have been a failure to my own daughter. Nevertheless, I would henceforth be doing it right again by the help of God.

God did a miracle and I was just indebted to be grateful to him by not joking with the second chance!


*_[6] Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it._*

*Proverbs 22:6*