Rejection to Rebirth: A Luna's Vengeance
Dressed in a flowing skirt bursting with colors and a top adorned with sparkling sequins that catch the light with every movement, Kris is like a walking celebration.
Her hair is a cascade of vivid blue and purple and an array of wildflowers, tumbling over her shoulders in wild, carefree curls framing her face, which is bright with a warm, infectious smile. Around her neck, layers of beaded necklaces clink together melodiously, and her arms are adorned with an assortment of shimmering bracelets.
This woman is apparently my aunt, but she looked the complete opposite of my mother.
“Verena!” she exclaims, her voice a melody of joy and surprise. She rushes over and envelops me in a warm, enthusi