When Nothing Hurts

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'To everything there's a season and a time to every purpose under heaven'

Ecclesiastes 3 vs 1.

A verse my grandfather loved so much that he always talked about it whenever he could. Especially in the evenings, when the sun hung low in the sky basking the world with a golden yellow glow. We would sit outside on his favorite bench and watch the sunset. And he would recite that verse.

I would always ask why he loved saying this and what it meant but he would just laugh, a laughter of an old man that enjoyed his life while it lasted. He would smile at me and look back at the horizon, the sun making his skin glow and say...

"There's a time to be born, and a time to die, a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what was planted, A time to kill, and a time to heal, a time to break down, and a time to build up, A time to weep, and a time to laugh, a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together, a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose, a time to keep, and a time to cast away, A time to rend, and a time to sew, a time to be silent, and a time to speak, A time to love, and a time to hate, a time of war, and a time of peace."

As I settled on the familiar wooden bench, gazing up at the crescent moon that hung lazily in the darkening sky, my thoughts drifted to my grandfather's teachings. He had once recited all eight verses of a chapter that held great truth - a lesson on the ebb and flow of life and the importance of timing. That particular chapter had become one of my favorites, and every evening as we sat outside discussing the Bible, I would eagerly implore him to recite it. The words reminded me that every event, emotion, and experience has its own moment in time.

My grandfather was an irreplaceable presence in my life; he was the one who played the role of a father, a best friend, a role model, and a guide. Being born out of wedlock would often create hurdles, but my grandfather's acceptance of me and his decision to give me his legacy name made me feel whole. His family was well-known for supplying the best heels all over the world, leading our family to be in the public eye. Despite my mother and I being at the center of a scandalous birth, my grandfather never once thought about abandoning us, and our bond only grew stronger with time.

During family reunions, my grandfather noticed how lonely I was. While my cousins were with their fathers, I had no one to look up to. This caused me to feel a great sense of loss and sadness, which was hard to shake off. However, my grandfather was there for me. He treated me like his own daughter and made sure I felt loved and cherished. He assured me that I didn't need my biological father because I had him and God, our heavenly father who was a father to the fatherless. My grandfather's love and care made me feel like I had a father in my life, and I was grateful for that. He instilled in me the belief that I had a father, and if anyone asked me, I would say that I did.

The bond between my cousin Leesha and me was unbreakable. She was not only his favorite but also my best friend. We were born just a few months apart but had different interests, yet we could always relate to a lot of things. Our sisterhood was filled with support and care for each other, and we were always there in times of need.

The Hadids, especially Leesha and her twin younger brothers, were more than just cousins to me. We were inseparable, and our sleepovers were weirdly fun. We would post embarrassing pictures of ourselves on social media and laugh about them for hours. Despite our parents being frenemies, we never let that affect our friendship.

Growing up, not having my biological father around was a broken piece in my heart, but I ignored it and focused on the ones that were still intact. Everything seemed perfect, and being the most famous child of the Legacy family, I attracted attention from all family members and on social media. My mother and I were always the talk of the town, both in terms of rumors and the truth.

However, on my thirteenth birthday, the world outside seemed gloomy and depressing, as if it knew something I didn't. I chose to ignore the gut feeling that something terrible was about to happen, and that proved costly because that day,

I lost everything.