I’ve always been fascinated by what shapes a person – the families they come from, the childhoods that formed them, and the choices that defined them. Years ago, my grandmother looked at me and said, “You remind me of my mother, Mimmi. She dreamed of seeing the world – just like you.” That moment stuck with me. I only knew my great-grandmother as a 90-year-old woman in a wheelchair, chain-smoking and calling herself worthless. But the more I learned about her life, the more I realized there was so much more to her story. She’d lived this intense, complicated life, filled with secrets, heartbreak, and survival. It felt like I was discovering a whole new person whose dreams went unfulfilled.