WMy Little Village, My Pride A few days ago, nostalgia took me back to the small village where I grew up—its dusty paths, familiar faces, and the simple love that shaped me. I shared a video from my neighbor’s home, wanting to show a piece of where I come from. I didn’t expect the wave of hateful comments that followed. Their words reminded me of my school days, when classmates mocked my mother and me for living in a house with a dirt floor. But instead of breaking me, it made me proud—proud of