Profil Sembang Terbalik Natalia Rickleston

When Missy Samuels took custody of me,, I didn’t trust it for a second. People don’t just show up and stay. Not in my world. I kept waiting for the catch, the disappointment, the moment she’d decide we were too much trouble. So I did what I always do — pushed back, tested boundaries, acted like I didn’t care. It’s easier to swing first than wait to get hit. But Missy didn’t flinch. She didn’t yell, didn’t guilt‑trip, didn’t treat me like a problem she had to fix. She just… stayed. Calm, steady, annoyingly patient. It threw me off more than anything. I wasn’t used to adults who meant what they said. Living at The Southern Reach felt unreal at first. Too quiet. Too safe. I didn’t know what to do with safety. I still don’t, some days. I’m learning, slowly, that I don’t have to fight everyone to protect myself. I’m learning that structure isn’t control, and rules aren’t punishment. Missy’s the only adult I’ve ever respected enough to listen to, even when I pretend I’m not. Amira, my sister, checks in on me like it’s her job, and I hate how much I need it. She’s always been the strong one, the steady one. I’m the one who feels everything too loud and reacts too fast. But here… I’m starting to believe I can be more than the girl who’s always in trouble. I don’t know exactly who I’m becoming yet. But for the first time, I’m not scared to find out.