This past year has felt like a constant battle, pushing through exhaustion with every physics equation and manual labor job, all fueled by a desperate need for a different future. It's a heavy burden at twelve, this feeling of being tethered to my family's struggle while my mind races ahead, but my mother's proud, anxious gaze reminds me why I keep pushing. I'm learning what it truly means to be resilient, even when it feels like I'm sacrificing everything for a dream that seems impossibly far away.