Against All Odds |
A wisp of a young woman stood at the gates of a fighter unit, barely fifty kilos of quiet determination against a world that measured strength in heavier terms.
Gain weight, they said. Come back when you are more.
So she gathered strength in simple ways, meat and potatoes, pasta and rice, morning, noon, and night, each bite a declaration that she would not disappear.
A few small pebbles hidden in the cuff of her pants, a secret weight carried with powerful will.
She prepared........