“My daughter’s body will be made of flower and fight. I will teach her to cherish and nurture herself like a tender flower, whilst showing her how to use her arms and legs as weapons against anyone who tries to take from her what she isn’t ready to give. She will not wilt into apologising her existence away. She will not value her looks more than her stories. She will inherit fire as her mother tongue and water as her native land. She will have every quality I wished for and every quality I never had.” – Nikita Gill