Canada and the Privileged LadyBy Truth SpeaksCanada watched her like a storm on a lake—drawn in by the noise, yet cautious of the damage. They called her privileged, polished, a leader. But Roy called her none of those things. He was blunt: no leader at all.She moved through rooms like a storm aware of the cameras—sharp smile, head tilted just

There’s a deep, unspoken truth in the quiet moments when you find yourself standing alone, feeling low, perhaps forgotten. You see, when the world seems indifferent and those around you seem caught in their own lives, it’s easy to feel like you’ve been left behind, a shadow on the edge of the world. But in those moments, when no one else seem