My parents treated me like a servant. 1 day before…

and I waited. I practiced my acceptance speech in my bedroom. Stood in front of my mirror at 11 p.m. on a Wednesday, wearing pajamas, pretending to hold a trophy.

“Thank you. I’m not used to speaking in front of this many people.”

My voice shook. I tried again and again. I was terrified and excited and so, so sad that I couldn’t share it with the people continue reading …