Melody
The warmth that flooded my chest when she said her name…..Darya was unlike anything I had ever felt before.
It was as if a dam within me had finally broken, releasing a tide of grief, love, and hope that I had kept locked away for far too long.
“Da… Da… ya,” she had said, her voice small, yet steady with purpose.
A silent tear rolled down my face.
The tears was not from sorrow, but from the overwhelming joy of watching my daughter claim herself again.
Not Zoraya, the name forced upon her like chains. But Darya, her true name, the name I whispered through sobs the night Estrella took her from me.
I held her face in my hands, unable to stop the tears from falling.
“You’re doing so well, my sweet girl,” I whispered.
Her eyes lit up, and she leaned into my embrace like a blo
