The invitation sat on my desk all night, glowing softly beneath the lamplight.
We'd like you to teach the world how to do it too.
The words felt bigger than I was.
By morning, I had written and rewritten my application essay half a dozen times. Every version seemed too small, too ordinary, too simple to explain everything we had fought for.
But perhaps that was the point.
We hadn't done anything extraordinary. We had simply cared enough to keep showing up when walking away would have been easier.
"I think it's perfect," Victor said, reading over my shoulder before breakfast. "It sounds like you. Not a speech. Just the truth."
I stared at the page.
"What if it's not enough?" I asked, setting down my pen. "What if I get there and realise I don't belong on a stage with people who have
