This sounds like the beginning of a Netflix documentary you’d immediately turn off. Writing in the third person is the only way I can grasp that this four-year-old—locked in a dark bathroom and scavenging for food—is actually me. Today, I’m stepping back into the 'Desert of Neglect' to honor the little girl who survived, and to find the Grace that was sitting with her in the dark.

My most anxious series yet 👁️👄👁️