It started with what seemed like a perfectly normal email.

From: auto-reply@usps.com
Subject: USPS® Expected Delivery on Thursday, July 24, 2025 arriving by 6:00pm

The email looked legitimate. Official USPS branding, proper formatting, even a tracking number. But there was

I sat in the library for 3 hours thinking while I didn’t go there for that, I was preparing for the exam I went to study for, and it turned into a moment of reflection.

Do you want to know

I was born in the last year of the Baby Boom into an essentially all-white, all-Mormon community in Southern Utah. Six decades later, I am no longer Mormon, no longer white, and finally ready to share my story.

The elemental

I didn’t tell you.

I should have. I wanted to.
But I didn’t. And now I keep wondering why I didn’t say something when I had the chance.
Maybe I was scared you’d laugh.
Or

Nota: esse texto foi feito como parte de um trabalho final da faculdade de Psicologia, apresentado em sala de aula em 17/06/25.

Pego palavras emprestadas — e uma parcela de

First I graduated, till then I counted years as if they start on September. Well my birthday is in September, also school years begin on that month; which was a pretty big deal.

Then I

Imagine if you were in my shoes, 17 years old, born somewhere else but calling Australia home since you were 8, yet feeling more afraid than ever to step outside. That’s my reality. I’m an Indian girl, an Australian citizen,