It’s no doubt this year has been marked by change—and significant change at that.

One year older, one year wiser, one year a little more tainted by the pain and suffering of this world—these “kids” can hardly be called that anymore. In fact, I almost feel awkward when I address them as timoun yo (children). I look at them and squeeze them tight, some much taller than me now. Their voices lower, their opinions a bit stronger, and their dreams louder, bolder, and bigger.

After passing the 9th grade government exams on her first try this summer, Kimberly has started her first year of high school. She is the oldest girl at the Lighthouse, obedient and fun-loving. Here is how she sees herself, just shy of 17.