Honestly, it’s a feeling I carry in my heart every day — like walking barefoot on a rough road, but now being strong enough to carry others who are still limping.
I come from a family, where even simple things felt like miracles — a full school uniform, a textbook, or a plate of food. I remember watching my parents silently worry about how to pay school fees or how to stretch a little to feed many. Those moments planted a deep seed in me — to rise not just for myself, but for them too.
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