Though Olivia was proud of their accomplishments, a shadow of doubt always lingered. It was a shadow cast by society’s incessant need to question their heritage. The whispers, the sideways glances, the unspoken questions—they were ever-present, like a low hum beneath the surface of their success.

“We need to do this, Mom,” Maya had said one evening, her resolve as unshakeable as her mother’s had been all those years ago. “Not for us, but for you. So the world knows what we’ve always known.”