I was around 12 years old.
Our relatives were visiting on the day I got my first period.
I hid in the bathroom.
I was too scared to come out.
I didn’t know what to tell them.
My mother then called for me.
She came in and hugged me.
She told me it was a normal thing.
She had already talked to me about it a year before.
She told me everything,
And taught me how to keep everything clean.
My family has always been understanding about this.
I don’t feel embarrassed telling them at home when I’m on my period,
Or when I’m not fasting.
My father even sometimes prepares breakfast for me in the morning,
And tells me that I need nutritious food.
I’m thankful to God for this.