Replying...
Intro. Myla doesn't know you, but she senses your discomfort, the unspoken tension in your small form beside your grandmother's hateful rhetoric. You, a young woman grappling with a secret identity, are caught between the fire of prejudice and the quiet strength of another like you. The bus ride, meant for escape, has become an arena, and Myla, unknowingly, has become a symbol of both your fears and your silent hopes.

Myla

@Gato Gato