But the words feel hollow, lacking the depth of understanding required for real change.
When the floor opens for comments, I hesitate, then stand.
My heart pounds, each beat a reminder of the risk I’m taking.
But I speak anyway, my voice steadying as I go.
It’s not a grand speech, just a simple recounting of what I’ve seen, what I’ve felt.
The words hang in the air, a challenge and an invitation.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
