Meet Sanjana,

She was in third grade when I first met her at Samakhyali Girls’ School, Kutch, in 2021.

A group of 6

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