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My name is Sarah, and I come from Eldoret, Kenya. For several years, I lived with the pain of knowing that some members of my family had refused to accept my children. What started as a disagreement gradually created a painful distance between us.
At first, I believed the disagreement would eventually be resolved. I tried explaining my situation to my relatives and asked them to give my children a chance, but they remained distant.
The situation became especially painful whenever there were family gatherings. My children would notice that some relatives treated them differently, and I struggled to explain why.
As the years passed, communication between us became less frequent. Phone calls were rarely answered, family visits became uncommon, and the relationship that once existed between us slowly disappeared.
I often felt heartbroken because I wanted my children to know and enjoy a relationship with their extended family.
There were many nights when I wondered whether we would ever sit together as one family again. I missed the closeness we had before the disagreement began.
I tried several times to reach out, but my efforts did not immediately produce any change. Eventually, I became discouraged and almost accepted that the situation might never improve. During this difficult period, a friend introduced me to.To read more, tap herew
