“This is the story of my childhood. A story of happiness, sadness, and love at the same time. I grew up in Ku, a small, quiet village in the high mountains of Nepal, where life was simple and hard, and beauty lived beside struggle. I herded goats, carried wood, fetched water, and listened to my mother’s stories under the stars. But this is also the story of a deep loss—when my mother, the soul of our home, fell ill and slipped away in front of my eyes. I held her and cried like a bird in the jungle. After that day, the house felt emptier, the mountains quieter, and my heart heavier. And yet, through that sorrow, I found the strength she left behind in me. This is my tribute to her—to love, to family, and to the kind of strength only loss can teach.”