줄기― " They told me that I'll never succeed and I'll never fulfill my dreams but I'm not one to back down. With the support of my family, I showed them I can-by defying all odds"
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⎯⎯ ୨THIRD PERSON'S୧ ⎯⎯
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets of Bangkok. It was a city alive with energy, a vibrant tapestry of sights and sounds that never failed to captivate. But for Kala, the world outside seemed distant and hazy as she trudged wearily up the steps to her temporary home.
As Kala wearily stepped over the threshold of the family friend's home, her mind still brimming with the remnants of a grueling day of training. Her muscles ached with exhaustion, a testament to the grueling day of training and preparation for tomorrow's gymnastics competition. Her heart swelled with gratitude for the warm welcome of her loved ones, but she knew that her weariness betrayed the joy she should have radiated upon her return. She exchanged soft smiles and loving embraces, her soul yearning for the refuge of her solitude, where her struggles narrated their stories through her exhausted sighs. She forced a smile as she greeted her family, her mother's warm embrace a brief respite from the weight of her own thoughts.
"Hey, kiddo," her mother said, her voice tinged with concern. "Tough day?"
Kala nodded, the weariness settling deep into her bones. "Yeah, but I'll be okay. Just need some rest."
Her mother's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, as if searching for something hidden beneath the surface. But then she smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, dinner will be ready soon. Why don't you go freshen up?"
With a nod, Kala slipped away to her room, the weariness clinging to her like a second skin. She shed her training clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the sweat and grime of the day.
The sanctuary of her room awaited, and once inside, she succumbed to the solace it offered. The calluses on her palms and the echoes of her determined exertion compelled her to tend to her aching body. Her wounds, souvenirs from her endeavors, were dutifully cared for, concealed from unsolicited concern, yet aching to be seen.
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