After finishing my fruit, I lie back on the pillows, feeling a small wave of relief wash over me. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, I sense a bit of my old self returning—a glimpse of the person I used to be before my world fell apart. The conversation with Nadine has given me a sense of resolve, a new determination that I haven't felt in a long time. It’s like a long-lost part of me is slowly resurfacing, pushing through the layers of fear and pain that have been weighing me down.
As I close my eyes, I think about who I was before my mother died—before my life became a series of battles just to survive. I remember being fierce and unyielding, my mother's little warrior, as she used to call me. I was strong, confident, and filled with a fire that couldn’t be easily exting
