She was everything they asked her to be. Obedient. Respectful. Modest. The kind of girl who gets praised for staying invisible.
But over time, the applause began to sound like a cage. The more she folded herself into the shape they liked, the more she lost the sharp edges that made her real. Being a “good girl” meant shrinking. Saying yes when she wanted to scream no. It meant being polIte while being disrespected.
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