Introduction

Life is unpredictable. It takes us through twists and turns that we never expect. My journey has been filled with pain, rejection, and hardship, but it has also led me to discover my true purpose—helping vulnerable children. This book is not just my story; it is a testament to resilience, faith, and the power of kindness. Through Beautiful Kids Foundation, I have turned my struggles into a mission to support children in need. I hope my story inspires you to never give up, no matter how difficult life gets.

Chapter 1: My Early Life              {Monica Akinyi}.

I was born into poverty, out of wedlock, in Migori, Kenya. My mother’s first husband, my biological father, passed away when I was only two years old. Left alone with me and struggling to survive, my mother remarried as a second wife to another man. This marked the beginning of a difficult childhood.

As the firstborn, I was expected to be strong, but life in my stepfather’s home was unbearable. I was never treated as part of the family. He saw me as an outsider, and I experienced neglect from an early age. I started school at four years old, but even that was a battle. My stepfather believed that educating a girl was a waste and did not want my mother to send me to school.

Despite the resistance, I was determined to learn. However, my education was constantly threatened by the harsh realities of our home. My mother fell seriously ill when I was seven, and as the eldest child, I had to take on responsibilities beyond my years. I learned how to cook, fetch vegetables from people’s farms, and care for my younger siblings.

During this time, our home was a small, thatched-roof house that leaked whenever it rained. My mother, too weak to move, slept on the cold, bare floor. We covered her with plastic sheets, trying our best to protect her from the cold. My siblings and I would huddle together in a corner, crying in helplessness as the rain dripped through the roof, soaking everything inside. My mother’s sickness lasted for five years, and during that time, survival was our only goal.

There were many nights when we went to sleep hungry, our stomachs aching from lack of food. I often wondered why life was so cruel, why I had to endure so much suffering at such a young age. But even in the darkest moments, I held on to hope. I believed that someday, things would change. That belief kept me going, pushing me to fight for a better future.

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