chapter 12-the rise

After living in sorrow for a long time I was ready to live my life.i was ready to take control.yes the loss of some of our family members devastated us but we still had our own life to live.we had alot waiting for us.i wanted to be more careful and wise this time around than I had been before.

The joy of us staying far away from our past made it more comfortable and healing for us.we had a chance to restart our life's where no body could judge us based on our past, background or traumas.we met new people,we made new friends and just like that we were a complete family.we were quite relieved.

We were laughing,cooking and dressing up using our very own cash which we worked hard for.us being independent was the ideal feeling we had been yearning for.we were all working and doing our own thing.The brand was successful and we managed to make tombstone for our parents and sister.

My sister's had started dating but I was not.I was devoted to my work I just did not want anything coming in and be a distraction.I dealt with so many cases and helped alot get their justice.i was proud to the point that I started having enemies at work because I was winning alot and alot of people preferred me to be their lawyer.

I guess I was good because each time I had to go to court I was reminded of Steve,how we lost the first court case just because he had paid them of.when ever I would be on court I made sure the judge knew that he did not stand a chance on trying to receive a bribe from the opposite party.

Most of my cases were about rape and as much as it's did brought back some memories.i was encouraged more to go for it because I just wanted the whole thing to stop.why the rape,why go to force someone to be intimate with you whilst you are married and you have a wife,some even had multiple wives or girlfriends but still they were not satisfied.

What I admired the most about my job and dealing with those filthy men was that,they feared me.for the first time men looked at a female and felt scared.They knew that I could and did crushed them.They knew that whatever they had been doing,or feeling probably even imagining was absolutely nonsense to me.

Whenever I would go to court,I felt like I carried a crowd full of women on my shoulders,I was their representative,I was their voice.being scarred was not an option,losing had no chance because I had people who were praying for our victory.

People rejoiced every time.i knew that my mother would have been very proud of me.The thought would make me tie up each time because she was not there to celebrate with me neither did she get her justice since her father ended up passing away.