The Pain Everyone Chose Not to See
I sensed something was wrong long before anyone else cared enough to notice.
My daughter, Maya, was fifteen. She used to fill our house with noise—music blasting from her room, laughter spilling out during late-night chats with friends, muddy cleats abandoned by the door after soccer practice. But slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, …
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