My family

Life would have been very different from what it is today. Last year, I moved back to my parents’ home. Had I not done that, perhaps loneliness would have made me even more unwell. Once, it was my son who waited eagerly for my visits. Now, I see my parents waiting for my vacations, counting the days until I return. My understanding of family has grown. There was a time when I believed my son and I were my whole world. Today, my family feels larger, deeper, and stronger than I once imagined.

I love my husband deeply. Though he faces one challenge after another, I stand beside him. I believe nothing wrong can touch him because I am here �" to protect, to support, and to shield him from the troubles and from those who have tried to hurt us for a long time. Taking my husband’s family name does not mean I simply live comfortably in his house. It means I carry responsibility. I guard my family from those who look at us with cunning intentions, who wish to see us struggle or suffer.

There may be enemies in life, but kindness does not mean allowing ourselves to be destroyed. Those who try to harm us will answer for their actions. God stands with the innocent, and we have never knowingly wronged anyone. No one can shake our family’s foundation. I remain watchful, prayerful, and strong, trusting that God protects our home.

May God bless my family and our home.

Jessy Jacob ❤️