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OUR STORY

I’ve known lice for as long as I can remember—because they lived on me, all the time. I never understood why they liked me so much. It felt like I attracted them. As kids, most of us had them at some point, but it was never “cool.” You could feel the judgment—from friends, cousins, even adults. And it hurt.

My grandmother was the one person who made me feel safe. She would comfort me when I cried from the shame, when I carried what felt like a whole tribe on my head. She didn’t flinch, didn’t tease. She just cared.

 

Years later, I studied Early Childhood Education and became a specialist in detecting and diagnosing lice in children. I was the one called to assess outbreaks, report the number of cases, and recommend treatments. What struck me was how even trained professionals avoided the job. No one wanted to be “the lice person.”

 

But I didn’t mind. I remembered how it felt. I approached each child with compassion, never disgust. I wanted to be like my grandmother—gentle, kind, calm. Too often, kids were treated like walking viruses. “Don’t touch them! Stay away!” That kind of fear leaves a mark.

 

When I moved to the U.S., I saw the same panic. Parents overwhelmed. Homes turned upside down. Every shampoo bought. Every pillowcase washed. And still, the lice came back. These tiny creatures disrupt everything—sleep, work, peace of mind. They're stubborn, resistant, and relentless.

 

When I was six, I used to say I wanted to help the world. I imagined myself in a purple cape, flying around and saving people like a superhero. Now I realize helping the world doesn’t always look like that. Sometimes, it’s simply sitting with a child who feels ashamed, and saying, “You’re okay. This doesn’t define you.”

 

Lice are invaders. They test your patience, your confidence, your sense of control. But they don’t discriminate. Rich or poor, young or old—they choose anyone.

 

And so I help. Without a cape, without judgment. Just presence, empathy, and a deep desire to bring relief to those dealing with these tiny, underestimated monsters.

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