Violet

‘Your fists left marks on my skin, but they never touched my soul, Dad. From the moment I learned to fear you, I also learned to dream of a world where I could be free. Violet—the girl who found solace in the scent of violets by the riverbank, who sketched her escape in a battered notebook, and who clung to the memory of a father who once read her bedtime stories. Now, at 23, I stand on the edge of a new dawn, where the shadows of my past cannot reach me. I am the survivor, the dreamer, and the fighter who will no longer be defined by your violence. This is not just an end; it is my beginning.’