As filming continued, the project began to evolve beyond me. It started as an idea on paper, but each person I met, each story I recorded, added something new, something alive. The documentary began shaping itself. It wasn’t just a film anymore; it was a growing, breathing reflection of everyone involved.
Some days, I felt like I wasn’t directing the story so much as following it, learning from it as it changed and expanded. Looking back, that’s the beauty of storytelling: it never stays still. Every story leads to another, every voice opens a new door.
And when you’re willing to listen, really listen, you realize that the process is just as important as the product. My documentary might have started as a project for school, but it’s become something much larger: a reminder that when we give stories the space to grow, they can change not only the people who watch them, but also the people who create them.

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