A promise etched in silence

A girl with a goal, not seeking fame.

Books were her battle, her dreams the war,

For parents who waited, and a life she swore.

Each line she read, a promise she kept,

For the brother who smiled while quietly wept.

Not all was fair, love had its cost,

But she stayed, rebuilt, not all was lost.

Just one thread of her story I weave—

A vow to rise, to never leave.