Sibel

I’m Sibel… and not so long ago, I was a very different girl.Before I came to my foster home near Oxfordshire, life had taught me to be afraid. I grew up in a place where humans weren’t gentle, noises were loud, and safety didn’t exist. I learned to shrink, to freeze, to stay invisible — because that felt like the safest thing to do.But everything began to change the moment I arrived here.At first, I didn’t understand kindness. I didn’t know that hands could be soft or that voices could be warm. I watched my foster mummy from a distance, unsure, worried, curious.She never rushed me. She just waited… patiently… quietly… lovingly.And one day, something inside me finally believed her.I walked over… and asked for cuddles.Now, I curl up right next to her, snuggle into her side, and seek out the affection I once feared. For a girl with my past, that is a huge step — and I’m proud of myself.I’ve also discovered something wonderful…I love water.Splashing, paddling, and sometimes getting very mu...