There’s a castle at 25 North Karlov in West Garfield Park. And we are its rulers.

Two towers, connected by a magnificent bridge. Home to nobility, majesty and grace.

Not borne of bloodlines, but clearly drawn lines.

A conscious choice to protect the childhood we have.

To not be shaped and defined solely by what we face, but by the smile and joy on our face.

Here, we are royalty. Crowned for being ourselves.

For being the children that we are.

This is our castle. And given the opportunity, we will most definitely rule.