Ivy learned early how to live with absence. Her parents never vanished outright, but as they built new families and routines, she slowly slipped out of their lives. By ten, she understood she was no longer a priority. When both parents remarried and welcomed new children, the space meant for Ivy disappeared. Eventually, they decided she should live with her Aunt Carol “for a while,” packing her belongings into trash bags and leaving without explanation. What they treated as a temporary fix became the turning point of Ivy’s life.
Aunt Carol welcomed Ivy with warmth and steadiness she barely remembered existed. She offered structure, encouragement, and genuine care. In that home, Ivy felt safe. Her love for art was nurtured, her voice was heard, and she was reminded daily that she mattered. For the first time, Ivy felt chosen.
