Melody

The warmth that flooded my chest when she said her name…..Darya was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

It was as if a dam within me had finally broken, releasing a tide of grief, love, and hope that I had kept locked away for far too long.

“Da… Da… ya,” she had said, her voice small, yet steady with purpose.

A silent tear rolled down my face.

The tears was not from sorrow, but from the overwhelming joy of watching my daughter claim herself again.

Not Zoraya, ...