‎The storm we couldn't see - by Shuliê

‎The storm we couldn't see ‎A story inspired by True Event‎Chapter 3: The Battle No One Could See‎‎If you met Mrs. Grace outside her home, you would never believe she was battling depression.‎‎She loved her job as a teacher. Every morning, she dressed neatly, prepared for work, greeted everyone with a warm smile, and taught her pupils with dedication. To those around her, she looked like a woman who had everything under control.‎‎No one could tell she was hurting.‎‎Not even the people who saw her every day.‎‎To the world, Mrs. Grace was cheerful, hardworking, and full of life.‎‎But behind the walls of her home...‎‎A completely different battle was taking place.‎‎Amara saw it every single day.‎‎Like her mother, Amara also left home each morning for work. She taught at a primary school while preparing to sit for JAMB once again. Anyone who saw them leaving together would never have imagined the burden both mother and daughter carried in silence.‎‎People admired Mrs. Grace.‎‎Some even praised her strength and commitment.‎‎Whenever Amara or another family member tried to explain what was happening at home, many people found it difficult to believe.‎‎"She doesn't look sick."‎‎"She was laughing today."‎‎"She taught my child so well."‎‎"Are you sure you're telling the truth?"‎‎Those words hurt more than anyone realized.‎‎Only the family and a few people who were close enough to witness the situation believed them. Everyone else judged what they saw in public, unaware of what happened once Mrs. Grace returned home.‎‎The real struggle began when she walked through the front door.‎‎It was as though the smile she wore outside disappeared the moment she entered the house.‎‎Some evenings, anger overwhelmed her.‎‎She shouted over the smallest things.‎‎She said words that pierced the hearts of her children.‎‎There were days when she became physically aggressive, hitting the very children she loved more than life itself.‎‎The house that had once echoed with laughter slowly became a place of silence and uncertainty.‎‎Every evening, Amara and her siblings listened for the sound of the gate opening.‎‎Not because they didn't love their mother...‎‎But because they never knew what kind of evening awaited them.‎‎Would she come home calm?‎‎Or would another storm begin?‎‎Fear quietly became part of their daily lives.‎‎Many nights, Amara lay awake, unable to sleep.‎‎She cried silently into her pillow so no one would hear her.‎‎Sometimes she wondered if anyone outside their home would ever believe the pain they lived with.‎‎What hurt the most was not the shouting.‎‎It was watching the woman who had raised them with so much love slowly become someone they no longer recognized.‎‎Yet, even in the middle of that darkness, there were moments that reminded Amara who her mother truly was.‎‎Before leaving for work each morning, Mrs. Grace would often pray for her children.‎‎Sometimes she would look at them with tears in her eyes and say,‎‎"No curse spoken against my children will ever succeed."‎‎Those words stayed with Amara.‎‎They reminded her that the loving mother she knew was still there.‎‎Depression had stolen Mrs. Grace's peace.‎‎It had changed her behavior.‎‎It had shaken the entire family.‎‎But it had not taken away her love for her children.‎‎That was the battle no one outside their home could see.‎‎The world saw a smiling teacher.‎‎Her family saw a woman silently crying for help.‎‎And every night, before closing her eyes, Amara whispered the same prayer:‎‎"Jehovah... please bring my mother back to us."To be continued...watch out for chapter Four ‎Thanks for Reading 🙏‎written by Shuliê -ink 🖋️‎

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