Breaking the Silence

The earliest memories are of rain—paper boats gliding down drains, laughter echoing in the playground. For those fleeting moments, the world felt weightless.

But home carried shadows. A weary mother, a stepfather whose silence spoke volumes. The house was never unkind, yet never warm. On the surface, grades shone. Teachers praised. Inside, silence pressed like an unseen weight.

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