Privacy Policy - Daughter Unbound

Privacy Policy

Effective Date: January 1st, 2026


Daughter Unbound respects your privacy. This Privacy Policy explains how information is handled when you interact with this website.


Information Collection


Daughter Unbound does not require users to create accounts and does not intentionally collect personal information through the website itself.


The only personal information that may be received is:

  • An email address
  • The content of a message

This information is received only if you choose to contact Gabrielle Ashanthie directly via email.


Email Communication


If you contact Gabrielle Ashanthie at gabrielleashanthie@gmail.com, your email address and message may be retained within the email service for reference if needed.


Gmail and any email service provider used by you may collect, store, and process information according to their own privacy policies and legal documents. Daughter Unbound does not control how third-party email providers handle data.


Website Hosting


This website is hosted on Blogger. Blogger may collect and process certain information automatically in accordance with its own privacy policies and terms of service. Daughter Unbound does not control the data collection practices of Blogger.


Translation Tools


This website may provide a translation tool (such as Google Translator) for convenience. Use of this tool is subject to the policies of the provider. Translations may not accurately reflect the original English content.


Cookies and Tracking


Daughter Unbound does not knowingly set or manage cookies or tracking technologies. Any cookies or tracking mechanisms used are managed by third-party services such as the hosting platform or translation provider and are governed by their respective policies.


Information Sharing


Daughter Unbound does not sell, trade, or share personal information. Information received via email is not shared with third parties except where required by law.


Data Security


Reasonable care is taken to protect information received via email. However, no method of electronic communication or storage is completely secure, and absolute security cannot be guaranteed.


Children’s Privacy


This website is not directed toward children under the age of 13. Daughter Unbound does not knowingly collect personal information from children.


Changes to This Privacy Policy


This Privacy Policy may be updated as the website evolves. Any changes will be reflected on this page with an updated effective date.


Contact


If you have questions about this Privacy Policy, you may contact:


Gabrielle Ashanthie

📧 gabrielleashanthie@gmail.com


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