And so the journey begins
Next year I will be a senior. It is the end of the childhood I lost years ago and it is the start of me being the woman I always knew I could be. I must walk on this road without most of my family for they cannot see me, but I know I am not alone. Besides those I have in my life supporting me, I also have the voices of many survivors who have gone before me. I can still here their whispers branching out from every tree and stone.
There is a lot of hard work to come. I will make it, and to anyone who is reading this, I know you will too.