✨ Finding the Light Within: A Story of Roots, Resistance, and Rediscovery
The Silent Child with Too Many Questions I was a good kid. Too good, maybe. Too quiet. Too nice. I wasn’t rebellious or loud. I was cautious, careful, always scanning for safety. Fear wrapped itself around me like a second skin—fear of being wrong, being abandoned, being too much. Or not enough. I had questions—so many whys —but I rarely asked them out loud. Being adopted—even within the same family—meant I knew part of my story, but never all of it. I knew my biological father. I was raised by his sister; the woman I called Mom. But my biological mother… she wasn’t there. The police had to remove me from her care. I grew up with a sense of being both known and unknown. Dance: The Language I Was Allowed I didn’t have a voice for the things I felt. But I had movement. I was shy—deeply shy. Scared to talk to people. Group settings overwhelmed me. I froze in conversations. My mom tried to get me involved—signed me up for Girl Scouts, other activities—but I couldn’...