Born during a time when doctors and nurses were a scarcity but thank God for midwives, on a quaint island in a tiny settlement. A mother was horrified; her water bag had broken and a stingray looking creature was born and swam around in the basin. Then came her baby's face covered with a veil and fuming at the mouth, struggling to breathe. This traumatic experience caused the mother to send her baby girl to her mother on another island who cared and nutured this baby girl. Things were very grim, the baby girl suffered episodes of severe seizures and there were times when it seemed she would not survive. However, her grandmother was a praying woman who fasted and cried out to the Lord to heal and deliver this child. God heard her prayer.
The child, although small and frail, began to grow and learn. Her grandmother recognized that she was a special child, for only God could have preserved her in the womb. Soon it becane apparent that this little girl was made under the cover of darkness. Having far too many near brushes with death; suffering second to third degree burns over her back, narrowly escaping drowning and almost struck by a speeding car. The child was an introvert and seemed depressed all the time, she hardly ever smiled. As she grew older, there were more questions with no answers, but her grandmother continued to nurture and give her soecial care. Darkness seened to fill this little girl's soul and it did not matter how many times she was shiwn love, she still felt that her parents did not love her. She was angry and mostly hated herself.
She would look in the mirror and reoeatedly speak these words to the image looking back at her, "I hate you! I hate you!" Her grandmother had died and left her at an early age causing her world to crumble. This child became suicidal and attempted to take her own life. The hand of God intervened and awakened her...