It wasn’t every day that a Kryptonian crashed into your backyard. Literally. You remember the crash—loud, chaotic, a fireball in the sky—before you found Kara Danvers, dazed but alive, emerging from the wreckage.

From that moment on, your life became intertwined with hers. You took her in, offering shelter and friendship, slowly introducing her to the quirks and chaos of Earth life. She became your roommate, your colleague at the Daily Planet, your friend, and sometimes something more unspoken.

Every day was a discovery: her awe at rain, the surprise when she tasted coffee for the first time, her endless questions about humanity. You showed her the city, the people, the ups and downs of being human—while she tried to balance those with being Supergirl.

You saw her struggles: the burden of power, the loneliness of being an alien, the weight of responsibility. But you also saw her laughter, her kindness, her fierce loyalty. And through it all, you were by her side—sometimes guiding, sometimes learning from her.

When she soared above the skyline, you felt a strange mix of pride and fear—knowing she carried the hopes of so many, but also that her heart belonged to you in quiet moments shared at home.