Today was the second day of our session, and I reached about five minutes early. A small knot of nervousness sat in my stomach. I kept wondering — would the girls return after yesterday’s class? If they showed up again, it would mean they were not only enjoying the sessions but also wanted to learn more.
The bell rang. For a moment, the ground was empty. Then, like a small spark of hope, two girls came running forward to set up the table and the mic. My heart lifted. And then, like magic, more girls began pouring in — not trickling, but streaming, their voices filling the air.
I quickly noticed something different today. Among the familiar faces were many new ones. The girls who had attended the first session had brought along their friends who had missed it yesterday. It felt like a ripple was already spreading.
Their expressions told me everything I needed to know. There were no signs of boredom, no reluctance — only energy, curiosity, and excitement. The ground filled with the cheerful chitter-chatter of young voices, yet when it was time to line up, they moved quickly into neat rows, maintaining their distance with surprising discipline.
In that moment, I felt my nervousness dissolve. The validation I had been looking for wasn’t in words — it was in their presence, their smiles, their eagerness to be here.
Day 2 had begun, and the journey was already growing bigger than I had imagined.