Chapter 17 - The Groundbreaking
That morning, the large vacant lot on the outskirts of the city was bustling.
The press. Investors. City officials.
I wore an ash-gray suit, my wheelchair pushed onto a small wooden platform by Emma.
Julian stood beside me, his eyes gleaming with pride.
I took the microphone.
"Many years ago, my grandmother sketched this place."
I began my speech.
"She believed that no one should be stripped of their right to live with dignity."
I looked down at the journalists whose cameras were clicking incessantly.
"The 'New Footprints' project isn't just bricks and cement."
"It is a rebirth."
"For those who once thought this world had no place left for them."
I gripped the custom-designed silver shovel.
With my own hands, I scooped the first pile of dirt.
The applause was deafening.
The sun was shining brightly that day.
May you like
I looked up at the sky.
Grandma, I did it.
