Stories that make me who I am On a February moon, a celestial blank slate emerges, eager to paint its luminescent story anew on a tiny, beautiful island in the Philippines – where a little wild child was born, named after the Goddess of the moon. My grandparents had woven the most fairytale-esque haven for my siblings and me. A tree house, a sanctuary of books, trees ripe for climbing, animals, and an enchanting garden. Days were for exploring, climbing trees, painting, dancing, and stretchin...