She contributed occasionally in class—not loudly, but meaningfully, each word chosen with care. Over time, even the teacher would pause during discussions, inviting her thoughts with respect instead of expectation. Maya taught our entire class something that day—not through a speech, but through a single written message: that quiet people hold wisdom too, and silence is not an absence of ideas but often a space where deeper understanding lives.
Her presence reminded us that everyone participates in their own way, and sometimes those who speak the least have the most thoughtful things to share.
