The Ancestor’s Whisper

Dear Delyara, I sat down and my hand started moving before I could think. The words that came out felt ancient, like they were being whispered from a long line of women who never got to tell their stories. I wrote about the strength of blood and the resilience of the heart. I felt like I was clearing a path for those who come after me. The sanctuary isn't just for me; it's for everyone who was ever told to be quiet. We are all writing the same letter of freedom.