'There's beauty in my struggles... May I find liberation through telling my story...'
Dyondzo writes: 'My mother woke up at 4:30, snoozed until 4:45, and prepared for work hurriedly; complaining about being exhausted. She then woke me up around 5:30, so I could walk with her to catch a taxi under a notorious bridge on the M70. I cherished every moment of walking her to catch a taxi there-breathing the fresh air and feeling my ears and hands becoming numb on that cold morning.