confident, funny, and fearless.
We were paired together for a group assignment. By the end of class, we were laughing about how we both hated math. For the first time in months, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time: joy.
Choosing to Heal
Over lunch one day, Nura told me she had cut her hair by choice—to donate it to kids with cancer. I was in awe.
“It’s different when it’s your decision,” I said quietly.
She nodded. “Exactly.”
I told her what had happened to me.
