While others slept, she studied by candlelight, the wind blowing through the small window of her shack.

Twelve years of sacrifice.

Twelve years of mockery and silence.

Until graduation day arrived.

Lira was named “Best Student of the Year” by the entire school.

She wore the old white uniform, fixed by Aling Nena.

From the back row of the auditorium, her mother sat—dirty, with grease on her arms, but with a smile full of pride.

When Lira was called up to the stage, everyone applauded.

But when she took the microphone, the entire room fell silent.