Mom gave birth to me in the jungle and kept me there, surrounded by the wild beauty of towering trees and vibrant creatures. My earliest memories are filled with the sounds of rustling leaves, the calls of exotic birds, and the warm embrace of sunlight filtering through the canopy. In this lush, untamed world, we lived simply, relying on nature for everything we needed. My mom taught me the ways of the jungle—the edible plants, the rhythms of the seasons, and how to find my way through the dense foliage. While the outside world seemed so far away, I felt a profound connection to the earth and a sense of freedom that was intoxicating. Yet, as I grew older, I began to wonder about life beyond the trees, craving the adventures and experiences that lay outside our hidden paradise. Balancing my love for the jungle with my curiosity about the world became a journey of discovery, one that would shape my identity in ways I never could have imagined.