MasukChapter FifteenThe new school term brought changes Grace could feel, even if she could not yet explain them.She had entered the senior primary section.The classrooms were larger.The lessons were more demanding.The teachers expected more from the pupils.And for the first time, Grace began to feel that childhood was slowly making room for something new.She still carried the journal Mrs. Collins had given her.It had become one of her most treasured possessions.She wrote in it regularly.Sometimes she wrote prayers.Sometimes she recorded lessons she had learned.And sometimes, she simply wrote down questions she didn't yet know how to answer.One evening, she wrote:*Dear God,**Help me understand the difference between doing what is right and doing what people expect of me.*She stared at the words for a long time before closing the journal.She didn't have an answer yet.But she had learned that not having an answer did not mean she had to stop asking the question.A few weeks
Chapter FourteenGrace was eleven when she learned that some goodbyes arrived without warning.It was a Monday morning when Mrs. Collins entered the classroom with an unusual seriousness in her expression.The children noticed immediately.Hannah leaned toward Grace."Do you think something happened?"Grace shook her head."I don't know."Mrs. Collins placed her books on the desk and looked around the room."I have something to tell you."The classroom grew quiet."I'll be leaving Greenwood Primary School at the end of this term."For a moment, nobody spoke.Then Hannah raised her hand."Why?"Mrs. Collins smiled gently."My family is moving to another city."A wave of disappointment moved through the classroom.Grace felt something tighten inside her chest."But you're not going to teach us anymore?"Mrs. Collins shook her head."I'm afraid not."Grace lowered her eyes.She had known Mrs. Collins for years.Mrs. Collins had been there when Grace was afraid to speak in front of the cl
Chapter ThirteenThe Harmattan season arrived quietly.Each morning, a thin veil of dust settled over the streets, softening the edges of houses and trees. The air was cool, and the sky often appeared pale and hazy.Grace loved walking to school with her father during that season.There was something peaceful about those mornings.Thomas usually walked beside her with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket while Grace held her schoolbag tightly against her shoulder.One morning, they were halfway to school when Grace noticed an elderly man struggling with a heavy sack.The man stopped several times to catch his breath.Thomas slowed down."Good morning, sir."The man looked up."Good morning.""May I help you with that?"The elderly man hesitated."Ah, my son, it's heavy."Thomas smiled."Then we'll carry it together."He took hold of one side of the sack while the man held the other.Grace followed quietly.They walked together until they reached the man's compound."Thank y
Chapter TwelveTime had a way of moving quietly.It did not announce its arrival or ask anyone's permission before carrying people into another season of life.The little girl who had once counted the days until her birthday had begun counting school terms instead.Grace was ten now, almost eleven.She had become one of the brightest pupils in her class—not because she was naturally gifted above everyone else, but because she believed every task deserved her very best.Her teachers admired her diligence.Her classmates respected her honesty.Her parents thanked God for the daughter He had entrusted to them.Life was peaceful.Simple.Predictable.Grace thought it would always remain that way.She had no idea that life often changed when people least expected it.The first Monday of the new school term arrived with excitement.Children rushed through the school gates, eager to see friends they had not spoken to during the holidays.Hannah Moore embraced Grace tightly."I missed you!"G
Chapter ElevenChildhood had a gentle way of slipping by unnoticed.The days no longer felt as long as they once had. School terms came and went. Birthday candles were lit and blown out. Christmases were celebrated with laughter, family prayers, and Grandma Evelyn's famous coconut cake.Before anyone realized it, Grace had turned ten.She was no longer the tiny girl who had clung to her mother's dress on her first day of school.She had grown taller.Her curly hair now reached just below her shoulders, and her bright brown eyes reflected a quiet wisdom uncommon for a child her age.Yet, despite the changes everyone could see, Grace remained the same at heart.She still loved reading beneath the mango tree.She still kept a small notebook where she wrote down Bible verses that inspired her.She still whispered a prayer every night before closing her eyes.And every Sunday, she still sat beside her parents in the third row of the church sanctuary, listening attentively as Pastor Samuel
Chapter TenThe months passed gently, carrying Grace into her ninth year.The little girl who had once hidden behind her mother's dress had grown into a thoughtful child with bright, observant eyes. Though she remained quiet, there was a quiet confidence beginning to blossom within her.One evening after family devotion, Grace remained seated beside her father after everyone else had left the room."Daddy?"Thomas looked at her."Yes, sweetheart?""Does God always answer prayers?"Thomas smiled gently."He always hears them."Grace waited."Sometimes His answer is yes," he continued. "Sometimes it's no. And sometimes..."He paused."...it's wait."Grace frowned slightly."Why would He make us wait?"Thomas thought for a moment."Because sometimes we don't understand everything He's doing."Grace nodded, though she wasn't sure she understood.A week later, Mrs. Collins entered the classroom with an unusually serious expression.The children noticed immediately."Is everything okay, ma'







