First, thank you so much for the kinds words of encouragement. They are greatly appreciated. My mom trained us how to look out in the public. We learned early how to wear masks to hide our true feelings. Showing them would get you a beating. Showing our feelings to someone else which would lead to a conversation with my mom was also bad. I am a chameleon when I need to be. I celebrate my birthday every year now, taking a trip even it’s a stay-cation. I celebrate myself. I don’t need anyone to remember me, nor do I expect anyone to celebrate me. I celebrate myself.
I would be lying if I said the pain is gone and I don’t remember the trauma. I live day by day and I appreciate every act of kindness extended to me. Strangers kept me thus far, and they will until the end. Thanks again for reading and your kindness.