I want to take a moment to thank the incredible, amazing women in my life who inspire me daily to keep growing as a strong Latina woman. Especially the women in my familia — they are my heroes, my guiding lights. I wouldn’t be the woman I am today without my incredible mom, Rosy, the strongest woman I know. She taught my sisters Rosy, Wendy, and me how to survive in this life, and how to fight for what we believe in. She taught us how to dream — and to dream big. I dedicate this show to them. This is for them. I’m so lucky to be surrounded by the love and support of amazing women — not just in my family, but also in my circle of friends — women I constantly learn from and turn to for guidance, wisdom, and strength. The story you’re about to see is an example of what can happen when that love and support is taken from us — or worse, never given to us. When we’re left without the safety net we all need to survive in this world. Especially during our teenage years, when we’re most in need of someone to look out for us, to guide us .It’s a reminder that just because someone appears to have it all together on the outside, doesn’t mean they’re not hurting or breaking inside. At first glance, everything might look beautiful — like the perfect dollhouse — but the longer you look, the more cracks you start to see, the more inner pain is revealed. Every household has its secrets — the unspoken, the buried, the wounds dressed up to look like tradition or strength. Toxic traits and painful patterns passed down like heirlooms. But what happens when we choose not to speak of them?What happens when we don’t share the struggles we carry, whether it’s with depression, addiction, or the quiet ways trauma makes its presence known? So often we’re taught to stay silent, to endure, and to smile through it all — because that's what we believe is expected of us. The pressure to appear perfect — to be the strong one, the selfless one, the one who never falls — can feel overwhelming. But when we choose not to talk about what hurts, when we hide the pain, it can continue to affect us in ways we don’t even realize.Growing up, my mom often spoke to me about cycles — how important it is to recognize when a cycle is toxic, and the power that comes from choosing to break it. Too often we see the same destructive patterns — addiction, silence, shame — passed down through generations. Perhaps it's time for us to acknowledge these patterns, to create space where we can talk about them without fear of judgment or shame, and take steps to make real change.As women, we are so often expected to hold everything together — to carry the emotional weight of a family while masking our own anxiety and fears. This story is a reflection of that truth, as well as the strength it takes to release the pain and rise above... or, sadly, the reality of what happens when we stay trapped in it.But my hope — my prayer — is that this story reminds us of our power. That even in the darkest moments, we have the ability to choose differently. To break the cycle. To be the light for someone else. And to never stop fighting for the love and support we all deserve.To the fearless women in my cast and team — thank you for diving in and trusting me. Your bravery, your courage, your hearts, and your vulnerability brought this story to life in a way I will never forget. There is so much power when women come together to create art, thank you for that gift.To my artistic partner and literal sister in life, Wendy — thank you for joining me on this ride, and for being my rock both inside the rehearsal room and outside of it. Your light and brilliance have always been a huge source of inspiration to me — and this time was no different. This work is for all the Queenie's, Amber's, and Livi's out there in the world. We all carry different parts of each of these women within us — the good and the not-so-good. My hope is that we don’t judge them based on fragments of their story, but instead, recognize the full picture. We must see the circumstances life has forced them into, and understand the strength it takes to survive and keep going.These women are not just enduring; they are fighting. They are pushing through, despite everything. They are doing the best they can, and they deserve compassion, not condemnation. We all deserve that same compassion.