Faith always told herself that things would get better.

After losing her business, her best friend, and everything she worked for, she held onto one last hope — her mother. She believed her mom would comfort her, guide her, help her rebuild.

But Faith didn’t know that her mother had been waiting for the right time to reveal a side of herself Faith had never seen.

As soon as Faith turned older, her mother stopped hiding her bitterness.

She blamed Faith for everything — for being too trusting, for failing, for not being “strong enough.” She compared her to others, insulted her, and reminded her daily that she was “on her own.”

The home that was supposed to be a safe place became another battlefield.

Every night, Faith cried silently, wondering how her life could fall apart so quickly.

Betrayed by her best friend.

Judged by her own mother.

Left alone with nothing but the weight of her mistakes and the echo of harsh words.

She would lie on her bed, staring at the ceiling, whispering to herself:

“Why is everything always against me?

Why does everyone I love hurt me?

When will it ever be okay?”

But even in her pain, something small and stubborn lived inside her — a tiny spark refusing to die.

Because Faith had been broken before.

And somehow… she was still standing.