As I step through the door of my house, the familiar scent of home-one part comfort, two parts chaos-wraps around me. My heart races as I make my way to the living room, where my parents sit with serious expressions.
"Lila, sit down," my mom says, her voice firm. I glance around the room, noting the tension that hangs in the air like a thick fog.
I take a seat on the edge of the couch, my palms sweating. "What's going on?"
"We've noticed you've been spending a lot of time with your friends and not enough time here at home," my dad starts, his tone accusatory. "Your responsibilities are slipping."
"I've been busy with school and my music group," I reply defensively. "I'm trying to find my path."
"Your path?" My dad scoffs. "What are you even doing with music? It's not a career. You need to focus on your studies and helping out around here."
Frustration bubbles within me, but I fight to keep my voice steady. "I help out all the time. I'm doing my best to balance everything. But music is important to me!"
My mom interjects, her voice cold. "We just don't want you to get your hopes up. You need to be practical, Lila."
I feel my heart drop at her words. "Practical? You mean like living a life that makes you happy? Or do you mean sacrificing everything for this family?"
"That's enough," my dad says sharply. "We're not asking for much. Just for you to be responsible."
Tears prick at my eyes, and I fight them back. "I'm tired of being the forgotten child, the one who has to bear everyone's burdens! I want to pursue my dreams, and it's not fair that you won't support me!"
"You need to understand the importance of family obligations," my mom replies, her tone rigid.
I feel a surge of anger. "You don't even see me as family! You prioritize everyone else over me!"
The room goes silent, and for a moment, I feel as if I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to leap into the unknown. I take a deep breath, grounding myself. "I love you all, but I can't keep living in a shadow. I deserve to chase my dreams, just like everyone else."
With those words hanging in the air, I stand up, my heart pounding. "I need space. I'll be back later."
As I walk out, the weight of my family's expectations lifts slightly, replaced by a sense of clarity. I can't change them, but I can change how I respond. I'll no longer let their fears dictate my future.
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HEART'S IN THE SHADOWS
FantastikLila has always been the forgotten child, overshadowed by her parents' attention toward her half-siblings and younger brother. Despite her love and dedication, she is treated as little more than a servant in her own home-unseen, unheard, and unloved...