My Road to Discovery
They took me away from my mom assuming the State would do a better job of raising me. I still remember the hot pain from the burns on by body from my mom leaving me in the sun on the beach when I was just 16 months old. Maybe she thought I needed the vitamin D, maybe she thought it would feel good to feel the sun’s rays on my skin. But the truth is, I think she was too high to remember she had left me there. At 16 months I entered the child welfare system - my life of neglect, abuse and loneliness was just beginning.
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My Road from Tangier
I was born in Tangier, Morocco in 1998 in the northern tip of Africa across of Spain. I have unfailingly always wanted to learn and have the privilege to go to school. This singular desire came with much adversity; I left my family at age 12, traveled over 5,000 miles to an unknown land, experienced abuse and trauma, placed in foster care and did not speak the first year after arriving in America. Life was challenging for me without a way to communicate, but I knew I would learn. I was afraid but I was also resilient, capable and determined.