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Begins with Healing the Ugly Side of Legacy
Her Legacy isn’t just built from triumph.
It’s built from truth—the kind we’ve been too afraid to say out loud.
Truth like:
"I didn’t know how to receive love because I never experienced a father’s."
"I sabotaged safety because it felt unfamiliar."
"I flinched at consistency because absence raised me."
But healing doesn’t just come from naming what was missing.
It comes from witnessing what was possible.
That’s why we need your story.
If you had a father who showed up—loving, present, protective—your voice helps rewrite what so many of us never saw.
This isn’t just about you.
It’s about us.
It’s about legacy.
And it begins right here.
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Her Legacy. Rooted in Presence. Powered by Truth.
GOD GAVE ME AN ASSIGNMENT. I SAID YES
This isn’t a sob story.
This is a story of obedience. Of surrender.
Of hearing God in the quiet and saying YES even when I had nothing left but the truth.
Because The Lord promises in Joel 2:25 "and I will compensate you for the years that the swarming locust has eaten"
A Letter From Falasha
This is not research. This is restoration.
It started in a place I did not expect.
There were a lot of things that led me to that moment.
I found myself admitted to a locked unit on the psych floor— not because I was broken beyond repair, but because I was finally ready to admit the truth.
And in that moment, I realized that
The noise wasn't outside - It was inside, me
I started unpacking the trauma I had normalized:
the way my childhood still echoed through triggers I did not know how to identify. I'm talking about
abandonment, rejection, anger, distrust, I could go on and on.
One of the hardest revelations came when my behavior ruined an imperfectly beautiful relationship between my then partner. And what hurt most was what it meant for my daughter who for the first time experienced a solid male figure, a father like relationship was blossoming. And just like that it was gone.
Because I now, realized—I had no blueprint for what a father daughter relationship looked like.
I didn't know what presence looked like...
I didn’t know what it felt like when a man simply showed up.
When he loved a child that wasn’t biologically his—
in ways my own father never did.
In ways my daughter’s father still hasn’t.
And in that realization, I broke.
I didn't KNOW safe; I KNOW fear
I KNOW DISAPPOINTMENT.
I KNOW BROKEN PROMISES.
the UGLY side of legacy; THE SIDE we don't talk abouT
The side passed down through generations abandonment, rejection, that we learn to silence, and ache in quietly.
The side etched into this woman— and so many other women who never knew what a father’s love looked like, felt like, or even could be.
And that’s why this study matters so much to me.
I know I’m not alone.
I know there are other daughters out there—
trying to make peace with a kind of love they were never prepared to receive.
Trying to make sense of a legacy they didn’t ask for,
and are determined not to pass down.
So now, I’m asking you...
Will you say yes with me?
If something in my story resonated with your own…
If you’ve ever questioned what love is supposed to feel like…
If you’re ready to be part of something bigger than survival…
Then say yes.
Join me in rewriting legacy—
Not rooted in perfection,
but rooted in presence,
in truth,
in God’s redemptive promise.
Because this is what a Rooted Legacy looks like.
With faith, truth, and deep love,
Falasha