IT'S NOT WOW, DO YOUR FINDINGS
I don’t think I fully understand the meaning of love, but I think I might know what it means to be loved. I know it's a concept that thrives in the little things—like remembering how I like my fish, that I prefer my fried rice without veggies, or that I like my omelet plain. It’s being seen—even in the smallest ways. It’s the constant showing up by my friends and family. The gentle encouragements. The reassuring smiles when I feel clueless. The hugs that feel like home. The loud applause for the simplest achievements. And of course, the constant banter that warms the soul. I see how my family wouldn’t let me suffer. My mum would literally give me the moon if I asked. We’d fight first o, but she’d come around. My Uncle Austin genuinely believes I can be an astronaut if I wanted to. My friend Nneoma swears I could be a superhero—specifically Superman—because of how strong she thinks I am. I'm grateful even to strangers who’ve called me talented. It's the little acts of kindne...