To every angel who has bought and read our first children's book—thank you🥹🙌🏾🥲
It still feels weird to say those words. For over 6 years, we have shared countless hours, countless truths, and countless pieces of ourselves without ever attaching a price tag to any of it. We did it because we care. Because truth matters. Because stories like ours deserve to be handled with care, integrity, and respect.
This book was never just about talking about children. It is about talking to them. It is about reminding them,and ourselves, that we are more than what happened to us. More than our scars. More than the pain we have survived.
truth is, we need a little help right now.
We don't know exactly what comes next. We see the distractions forming, the familiar patterns repeating themselves. When I say "false flags," I mean carefully orchestrated diversions designed to pull attention away from what matters most: crimes against humanity and the people still waiting for justice. The names change. The headlines change. The chaos changes. But somehow the focus is always redirected away from the message that needs to be heard.
Karmelo Anthony… Here we go again.
Earthquakes that feel like explosions, fires that burn things that lead right back to crimes against humanity or those involved in it, conflicts, endless outrage cycles—one thing after another. The world is constantly being pointed somewhere else while survivors are left waiting.
And that's the problem.😤😪
Awareness should lead to accountability. Accountability should lead to arrests. Yet those entrusted with power seem more interested in public spectacle than protecting survivors or confronting the truths that have been buried for far too long.
Playing games like where’s Waldo with MK files and suddenly blind to the bodies of children that they allowed to be murdered on all of our watch. 🤦🏽♀️😤
After everything, my mom and I have made a decision.
We're going to write books.
Not because we're walking away from the fight, but because we're choosing a different way to fight. We're hoping to find pieces of home again through storytelling. Even if only for a moment, we need peace.
Thank you to every person who bought this book and to everyone who will support the next one my mom and I create together very soon.
Every purchase helps us build something simple that many people take for granted—a home. Not just four walls, but a place where our belongings aren't locked away in storage. A place where we can open the windows, sit on the couch, wonder what to cook for dinner, clean the house, and let something mindless play on tv. A place where "home" isn't just a memory or a base camp where we clean our armor and re gather ourselves for the next battle.
We willingly let so much go because we understood that many people—especially children—never had choices. I know what it's like to have no options. The constant moving, the constant adapting, the constant watching our backs became a way of surviving patterns we recognized all too well.
But we are tired.
Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes. Not the kind of tired that coffee touches. Not even the kind the strongest energy drink can reach.
We are soul tired.
Tired of the hamster wheel. Tired of carrying the weight of survival every single day.
That doesn't mean we're giving up.
It means we're ready to fight differently.
As long as we're on this earth, we want our home back. We want to show the people who have watched us endure all of this while holding onto our integrity that we are more than our suffering. More than our trauma. More than our pain.
We will talk soon.
For now, we're bracing ourselves for whatever comes from speaking our truth in Texas. You probably didn't hear what we said with the adrenaline of it all did you? That's nothing new.