I am not the girl who fell. I am the woman who was pushed, found her wings on the way down, and decided to fly.
As I move my tassel from right to left, I don’t think about Mateo, or the tea, or the yellow envelopes. I look at my daughter, the little girl who was never supposed to be here, and I realize that the most beautiful futures aren’t the ones that are handed to you on a silver platter.
They are the ones you fight for, tooth and nail, until the sun finally rises on a world that you built yourself.
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