There’s a version of me that should’ve broken… but she didn’t. She rebuilt. Quietly. Messily. Honestly. And every day she chose to rise — not because life got easier, but because God kept giving her reasons to keep going. I’m not “strong” because I wanted to be. I’m strong because life left me no other choice… and I refused to fold. Standing on my own. Building what I prayed for. Becoming the woman I knew I could be. And I’m only getting started. | Esmeralda Y. Sanchez