'I, the dandelion, although at the whims of the brutal winds of nature, will soon be free.' I am Zoya, and I was once trapped within a withering flower. My mother told me that the same winds that threaten to blow you off course, are the same winds that will set you free. I didn't believe her, until those winds shook the beliefs I had based my whole life upon. This is the story of how I, the dandelion, saved myself.