When I stepped into the courtroom wearing my uniform, my father smirked and my mother sighed in disappointment. But then the judge looked up, went pale, and whispered, “No… it can’t be her.” The room fell silent. And in that moment, everyone finally realized who I truly was.

The room fell silent the moment I walked in. My father chuckled under his breath, a dry, rustling sound of dismissal. My mother shook her head, that familiar gesture that said I had once again embarrassed the whole family. The judge froze, staring at the uniform I hadn’t worn in years. His hand trembled as he whispered, “My God… is that really her?”