The World She Wished For

1. The First Glimpse

I stood still, surrounded by darkness. An unfamiliar voice called my name softly but urgently.

“Mira,” the voice said, “we’ve been waiting for you. Come with us.”

I tried to speak, but no sound came out. I wanted to move toward the voice, but my legs felt frozen. The figure kept calling.

“Please, come closer. We need you.”

Just as I tried to step forward, a sharp alarm blared, waking me up. It was evening, and the dream was over. I sighed, both relieved and disappointed.

I walked to my diary, intending to write about the dream. But as I sat down, my thoughts shifted. The details of the dream slipped from my mind, and I found myself writing about my day, my feelings, and my struggles instead. The voice and the figure faded away, leaving me to focus on my own reality.

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Continued...

Ever felt like you were living in someone else’s shadow? Like no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be enough?

That’s me - Mira Davis, the one who doesn’t quite belong.

But I wonder, how did I end up here, feeling invisible in a room full of people who call themselves family? How do I make sense of this world where I’m always misunderstood?

Oh, but don’t get the wrong idea; it’s not like I’m wallowing.

I mean, haven’t we all had those days when it seems the world is just... heavy? So, here I am, talking to you, wondering if any of this resonates.

Are you with me?

I’ve always wondered, is there really a place where someone like me can truly be seen? A world where I matter? And if such a place exists, would I recognize it if I stumbled upon it?

Curious yet? Good. Stick around..

As a child, I believed I had a strong bond with my family but as time went on, I realized how wrong I was.

I began to feel increasingly lonely and misunderstood.

Oh wait, I almost forgot to tell you about my family.

I have parents and a few siblings.

My father, George Davis, is a successful business tycoon, He’s always busy thriving in his sector, surrounded by power and wealth.

He’s the kind of man who measures worth in terms of achievements, which is why he barely notices me.

If you don’t add value to his empire, you simply don’t matter.

And my mother... well, she’s different. Samantha Davis is a homemaker, a title that seems too kind for what she truly is.

She devotes herself to caring for the family but her devotion feels more like imprisonment.

She’s obsessed with perfection... everything from how the house is kept, to how we present ourselves, to how we behave in public.

It’s suffocating.

And My siblings? Max Davis (the oldest among us), Christina Davis and Robin Davis. Unlike me, they’re always perfect in my mom's eyes.

Max is everything my parents wanted in a son... Handsome, intelligent, and charming.

He’s Dad’s pride and joy, excelling in everything from academics to sports.

I’ve always been a shadow compared to him, and he knows it.

He takes pleasure in reminding me of it too, mocking me whenever I fall short. To him, I’m nothing more than the "failure" of the family, a source of amusement.