Tracing the jawline of my grandfather in the glass

Dear Delyara, I caught my own reflection in the dark glass of the window tonight while I was packing up my design notes, and for a split second, I didn't see my own face—I saw my grandfather’s. I saw that same stubborn, unyielding set of the jaw, that same quiet, intense focus in the eyes that refuses to look away from a problem until a clear resolution is found. It was a deeply emotional moment that made me realize I am not walking this steep entrepreneurial path alone. I carry the blood, the discipline, and the quiet integrity of an entire lineage of craftsmen and protectors who survived far worse nights than this. The drive inside me to create high-end artifacts and leave behind an educational legacy isn't just a personal whim; it’s an ancestral obligation. I will handle their name with absolute honor.