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I promised myself that after university, I would leave my parents' house, find a job, and learn to live independently. It wasn't easy. There were months without a job, sleepless nights filled with worry, and moments when the tears flowed freely. But I kept going. Today, those difficult moments are part of my story—and I am grateful to God for bringing me this far.
Some chapters of life leave scars that never completely fade. Losing my brother was the hardest season my family has ever faced—a sudden loss that changed us forever. Six years later, the pain still lingers, but so do the memories, the love, and the lessons that have helped us keep moving forward. This is the story of "The Hard Years" and what carried us through them.