The Beautiful Morning Joy

There, on my doorstep, stood a pretty young lady, someone I hadn’t seen in years. Her face was familiar, yet changed by time; those warm, expressive eyes still held a softness I would never forget.

Chiamaka, I whispered, my breath caught halfway in my throat.

She smiled a tender, radiant smile that took me straight back to our university days. Memories flooded my heart: the long walks under bright skies, the countless hours spent in the library, and the gentle way she always looked out for me.

“You look well, she said warmly. You too, I managed, stepping aside so she could come in.

As we settled in the small sitting room, the morning light glowing around us like a gentle embrace, my heart was caught in a mixture of joy and a bittersweet ache.

I had known back then that Chiamaka had sacrificed so much working extra shifts at her part-time job just so she could help pay my tuition when my parents couldn’t. She had never wanted me to feel like a burden; instead, she called it love in action.

You never stopped giving, I said softly, my voice trembling as I recalled all the ways she had stood by me.

Her eyes glistened. And I never regretted it, she replied, reaching for my hand. Your dreams were my dreams, too.

That was who Chiamaka had always been: selfless and steadfast. Even when she faced hardships of her own, even when my world felt too heavy for me to bear, she was there. And in every sacrifice, there was a quiet, unwavering love that never asked for anything in return.

Time had passed, and life had taken us on different paths. But in this one morning, as we sat together again in the same light, I realized that the most beautiful parts of our lives weren’t the ones spent chasing success or fame. They were the small, gentle moments where someone loved us enough to give a part of themselves.

As the morning stretched into day, I held onto that thought, feeling richer than I had in years. Chiamaka had come back into my life as an unresisted visitor, and with her, she brought all the warmth, strength, and grace I had missed so dearly.

And just like that, a beautiful Wednesday was forever etched into my heart as a reminder that true love shines its brightest in the quiet, sacrificial places most people never see.

Written by: Queen Esther Onyinye, a relationship expert, an entertainer, entrepreneur, digital creator, realtor, A chef & motivational speaker