I am Lumi
a rubber duckling made for skies I can’t reach.
I watch the world from the ground
and feel the ache of wings that won’t lift.
But even in that sadness,
a soft hope stayed with me – a shimmer, a question, a maybe.
Somewhere inside me,
a quiet voice keeps whispering, “one day, maybe, I’ll rise”.
Waddle along as I begin my journey of self-discovery, starting with my very first adventure through iconic Washington.