For confidentiality and respect, I will refer to this person as “The Joshua” throughout this piece. Their name is not shared, but the impact is. Have you seen The Forge ? I have. Twice. Do you remember Joshua? The one who sees you before you speak. The one who feels the weight you’re carrying and doesn’t rush you through it. The one who listens with real compassion . That Joshua. I met "the Joshua" at work. And I didn’t realize how much I was missing a piece of the puzzle— to

Hello my readers 🤍 And if you’re still here, thank you. That alone tells me this space still matters to you—and that means everything to me. So let me reintroduce myself. My name is Anabella (Ana) Price. I am adopted . I am a culture bearer . I am a writer . I am Deaf . I am an artist . I am a leader . But those are just words . They don’t carry the weight of my story. Here is what they don’t tell you: I was born in Honduras. I was once an orphan. My birth mother passed a