THE STORY
She carries beauty with her.
I am often asked if I carry regret, anger, or bitterness about my journey — and my answer is no. I’ve walked through trauma, displacement, and loss. I’ve witnessed injustice firsthand. But I don’t hold onto bitterness. I’ve learned that when we hold pain too tightly, we leave no room for healing.
Yes, I miss my homeland deeply. I miss the rhythm of my culture, the wisdom of my mother, and the land that raised me. But I carry that beauty with me every day — in my work, in my family, in my breath.
I feel gratitude for the life I’ve been able to build here in Maine. I’m grateful for the education my children are receiving. For the friends and mentors who welcomed me, challenged me, and helped me find my place.
I’m grateful that this country, despite its contradictions, gave me a space to grow, serve, lead, and rise. And I remain committed to making that space wider for the next woman, the next immigrant, the next survivor still finding her voice.