This story is not a work of fiction. It is not a tale where trauma heals like magic, nor a narrative adorned with triumph. This is the heart of a truth carried in silence. The story of a girl, now a woman, who bore what no child ever should. Memories that lingered in my body, my mind, and on the edge of my tongue for years screams echoing within fragile silences. This book is not just remembrance; it is a
calling back of a voice once taken, a forgotten self reclaimed, an inner trial, a reckoning, a quiet return to existence. In every word, there is sorrow, courage, and the faint trace of healing. Not closure, perhaps, but clarity because sometimes, silence speaks the loudest. And if you, too, have known neglect in place of love, violence instead of care know this book was written for you. Because your story matters.
And you are as real as your pain.
This story is not a work of fiction. It is not a tale where trauma heals like magic, nor a narrative adorned with triumph. This is the heart of a truth carried in silence. The story of a girl, now a woman, who bore what no child ever should. Memories that lingered in my body, my mind, and on the edge of my tongue for years screams echoing within fragile silences. This book is not just remembrance; it is a
calling back of a voice once taken, a forgotten self reclaimed, an inner trial, a reckoning, a quiet return to existence. In every word, there is sorrow, courage, and the faint trace of healing. Not closure, perhaps, but clarity because sometimes, silence speaks the loudest. And if you, too, have known neglect in place of love, violence instead of care know this book was written for you. Because your story matters.
And you are as real as your pain.
