Go2 Guide for Youth in Care

Previously

…Later that night, tucked into the unfamiliar bed, Maya stared at the ceiling. The silence of the room was different now. It wasn't just the absence of noise; it was the absence of her mother’s presence. She could almost hear the faint echo of her mother’s lullaby, a melody woven into the fabric of her being. But here, the melody was faint, a whisper on the wind. She closed her eyes, the image of her mother’s face, etched with a love that transcended everything, a beacon in the darkness. The longing was a silent language, spoken only by her heart, and for now, no one else could understand. The walls she had built were tall, and the silence within them was profound.