I know that change is slow, that it takes time and persistence.
But I also know that it’s possible, that each effort brings us closer to the truth.
And as the afternoon sun begins to set, casting a warm glow over the clinic, I feel a quiet sense of hope.
It’s not much, but it’s enough to keep going.
To keep searching for answers, for clarity, for the truth about okra and everything else.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
