New Roots, Same Soil of Love
We had just moved from Bermuda to the UK.
I was five years old, holding on to my little sister as we stepped into a world that felt completely different from the one we knew.
Everything seemed unfamiliar.
The weather.
The surroundings.
The people.
Even at that age, I knew something had changed.
Looking back now, I realise neither of us could have understood how much that move would shape our lives.
We couldn't have known what was ahead.
Or how many times we would have to find our feet again.
But what I remember is that we were together.
Two sisters at the beginning of a new chapter neither of us could yet understand.
When I look at photographs like this, I don't only see two children.
I see roots being carried across an ocean.
I see family.
I see the beginning of a journey that would shape who I became.
Because where we come from doesn't disappear when we move.
It travels with us.
It grows with us.
