NhiFeasible

At 8, after seeing child abuse on TV, experiencing harassment myself, and hearing classmates whisper "It happened to us too," I felt an inner urge to act.

So I gathered ten classmates and shared what we were never taught - just trying to do what felt right.

At nine, I helped an adult in Sex-education to write a small book to teach kids how to stay safe.

Book had some limits, so I later turned it into a simple game to make learning fun and easier to access.

Life flipped when I was 12 and my dad went to prison, and I suddenly pulled away from everything, including the "golden child activist" version.

On our first New Year's Eve without dad, my mom and I met pediatric cancer patients spending the holiday alone in the hospital, and I felt an instant connection to their loneliness.

That New Year's cooking night slowly grew into a small group we called The Sharing Kitchen (TSK).

What began as one meal for a few children became something much bigger than we expected.

I got into my gifted high school as the top scorer, but later I made the hard decision to leave and "HomeSchooling"; so I could spend more time supporting children in hospitals.

Things at home were confusing, yet helping those children gave me a kind of clarity that school alone couldn't give me.

After spending years in hospital rooms, I learned that caring for children isn't only about support - it's about how we show up for them.

For me, supportive care simply means showing up in any way that can make a child's day feel a little lighter.

Whether it's something I learn from a global space or a tiny moment in a hospital room, I always try to bring care that feels close and human.