Thursday In House News

 Hailings......

THURSDAY MEMO

I hope that you are having a good day!

Enjoy and stay on your lane in your own terms.

Hugs.

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THE DIARY

I found it by accident…
her little secret diary
My 12-year-old young helper.

Quiet, gentle. The one that goes with my kids to school every morning and they all come back together every afternoon.
The one everyone thinks is “fine” because she dresses well, eats well, and even goes to school like my children.

But that morning, while arranging her bed, her book slipped out. I didn’t even plan to read it, but when I picked it up, the first line that caught my eye made my chest tighten.
“Mom, why did you keep me out?”
I, sat down…
This girl… this same girl that wakes up early to sweep, helps bathe my kids, walks them to school, brings them home, plays with them, laughs with them… this same girl has been carrying a pain none of us ever saw.
I kept reading.

She wrote things no 12-year-old should ever have to think about:
“Mommy, I want to feel your love. Every day, I want to be in your arms. But I’m in another home.”
She even wrote about the school runs.

She said:
“When we go to school, I pretend I’m fine. But sometimes I look at other mothers holding their daughters’ hands, and I wonder… why can’t I have that too?”
It broke me.
She said we treat her well.

She said she eats, she is safe, she learns, she is not shouted at unnecessarily—but she still feels like she is living someone else’s life.
Because in the end, no matter how kind I am to her, I am not her mother.

She wrote:
“Aunty is good to me… but I’m still not free. I I can’t cry in her room. I can’t tell her everything I feel. I try to be okay all the time, I respect her, but I still want my own mommy.”
She talked about the vacuum.

That empty space in her chest that kindness cannot fill.
She wrote about watching mothers and daughters in the park, in school, in church, on TV… and wondering what her own mother’s hug feels like.
What her mother’s voice sounds like when she is soft.

If she ever thinks about her.
If she ever regrets giving her out.
She wrote dreams she has—simple dreams—but she feels she cannot pursue them freely because “I am in another woman’s house. I have to behave.”
And the last line… that line sat on me for hours:
“Mom, I don’t hate you. I just want to know why you didn’t raise me yourself.”
That moment, everything made sense.

The way she sometimes goes quiet.
The way she watches families from the corner of her eyes.
The way she hesitates before speaking.
The way she stiffens if someone raises their voice.

The way she tries so hard to be “useful” so no one will send her away.
People think being a young helper is just about chores.
But sometimes, it is a child carrying adult responsibilities, while still craving the childhood she never got.

And that morning, holding her little book, I realised she isn’t just “helping.”
She’s a girl—only 12—still longing for the mother she wishes raised her.

A post by Chinenye

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A WOMAN WANTS A MAN WITH A SOFT HEART

She’s never cared for glittering gifts, designer labels, or the kind of love measured in price tags.

Money has never been the thing that makes her heart soften.
Genuine intentions does.
Daily consistency does.
Gentleness and kindness does.
She wants a man with a soft heart.

A man who listens not just with his ears, but with his presence.
A man who notices the quiet details,
the shifts in her voice, the weight she carries without speaking it aloud.

She wants a man who knows how to love gently, the kind of love that never has her questioning where she stands.
The kind of love that makes the world feel less heavy.

She wants a man who shows up on every kind of day ...
The bright ones, the chaotic ones,
and the ones where she can barely recognize herself.
The man who talks instead of shuts down,
who reaches for her hand in the middle of an argument, who chooses them even when choosing isn’t simple.

She wants the man who brings her favorite coffee to her when she gently opens her eyes in the morning.

Who rubs her back when life overwhelms her, and sees her effort even when she feels invisible.
She wants a man rich in the things that truly matter.

In respect, patience, loyalty, intention, and most importantly love.
Because she knows a rich heart is more valuable than anything in this entire world.

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*COMPARING YOURSELF WITH OTHERS*

You will think you are doing well until you see another person’s result and suddenly your own progress feels useless. It’s not because you are failing… it’s because comparison has poisoned your gratitude.

That’s how ingratitude starts.

We live in a generation where people don’t celebrate progress anymore except it looks loud enough for social media.

You buy a car, someone else buys a house. You hit 6 figures, someone else hits 8 figures. You open a small business, someone else opens a branch. Suddenly, what used to give you joy no longer excites you because you saw another person doing “better.”

From there, envy starts.
Jealousy grows.
Bitterness sets in.

Not because God hasn’t blessed you but because your eyes left your lane.

Here’s a bitter truth:

There will ALWAYS be someone ahead of you.
There will ALWAYS be someone richer than you.
There will ALWAYS be someone doing “better” than you.
If you don’t master contentment, your soul will never know peace.

Many people are not depressed they are just ungrateful.
Many are not under attack they are victims of envy.
Many don’t lack progress they lack perspective.

You are comparing your day 3 to someone else’s day 300.
You are comparing your chapter 2 to their chapter 20.
You are comparing your small beginning to someone’s generational foundation.

Life is not a competition. Destiny is personal.

Signs that envy has entered your heart:

You no longer appreciate your own blessings.
You feel irritated when others succeed.
You pretend to clap but secretly hope they fail.
You start rushing life just to “catch up.”
You feel like God has forgotten you.

But listen—what you envy, you can never attract.
Instead of jealousy, choose to learn.
Instead of bitterness, choose to build.
Instead of competing, choose your lane.

Read this slowly:

Gratitude doesn’t mean you don’t want more.
It simply means you value what you currently have while working for what you desire.

Celebrate your progress no matter how small. Move at your pace no matter how slow. Grow silently your time will speak.

Don’t let comparison steal your joy.
Don’t let envy corrupt your spirit.
Don’t let jealousy bury your potential.

Unto the next—but with gratitude, not greed.
Unto the next—but with peace, not pressure.
Unto the next—but with God, not ego.

Your journey is valid.
Your growth is real.
Your future is secure.
Keep building—your time is coming. 

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WEIRD FACTS

---Roughly 75% of your brain is water

---Asking someone to do you a favor can make them like you more

---You begin forming your strongest musical memories around the age of 14

---You will remember a person’s name better if you hold their gaze as you’re being introduced.

---Depression can cause you to dream up to 3 to 4 times more than you normally would.

----70% of people pretend to be okay simply because they don't want to annoy others with their problems.

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