The Ancestors' Prayer

Dear Delyara, I can feel them in my hands when I write—the women who came before me. They didn't have a sanctuary like this. They had to keep their stories hidden in their hearts. Tonight, I am writing for all of them. I am telling the truths they couldn't speak. I am living the freedom they couldn't have. Every word I write is a stitch in a long, beautiful tapestry of our family's survival. I am not just one person writing a letter; I am a whole lineage finally finding its voice.