Women's eNews | 19.01.2026 07:03
Joy was seventeen when I met her. She had a smile that could light up a locked psych ward and a laugh too big for the walls around her. The first time we spoke, she burped right in my face, then broke into laughter. It was ridiculous, and it was hilarious. In that moment, I knew her. She was Joy—full of life, defiant in her humor, and absolutely unforgettable.
