In a quiet, run-down neighborhood on the outskirts of a bustling city, lived a bright and resourceful 10-year-old Black girl named Nia. Despite her young age, Nia had a passion for cars that most adults couldn’t match. Her late father had been a mechanic, and before he passed away a few years earlier, he taught her everything he knew about engines, tools, and fixing vehicles. Nia spent her afternoons in the old garage behind her modest home, tinkering with scrap parts and dreaming of one day owning her own auto shop. She was poor—her mother worked two jobs just to keep food on the table—but Nia never let that dim her spirit or her curiosity.