It had been hard for me to explain to my parents that there are still people out there who hear our voices—who care about what we’re going through—especially when the news often makes us feel forgotten by the world.
But today… something different happened.
I showed them the massive protests that took place in Sydney. I told them, “There are still people who care about us. We are not alone.”
We watched together as people stood in the rain, in this cold weather, chanting for us—for justice, for truth.
And in my parents’ eyes, I saw something that had been missing for a long time… I saw hope return, even if just a little.
Thank you to everyone who marched today, to everyone who raised their voice for us. You didn’t do it in vain. You gave us something that words can’t fully capture.