In the dusty, sun-soaked town of Kamunting, where cacti waved like friendly neighbors, 11-year-old Anna zoomed through the streets on her trusty skateboard, its wheels humming a song only she could hear. Her curly hair bounced under her neon-green helmet, and her eyes sparkled with dreams bigger than the desert sky. Anna wasn’t just any kid—she was the fastest skater in town, and she had a...
Nana scowled at her reflection in the dusty shop window. Another Tuesday, another utterly unremarkable day. Even her pigtails, usually perky and bright, seemed to droop with the sheer ordinariness of it all. At eight years old, Nana felt like a beige crayon in a box of dazzling neons. Her classmates excelled at everything – spelling bees, soccer, even competitive thumb-wrestling. Nana, however...
