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I used to think I was alone whenever things got hard. I didn't tell anyone when I was struggling because I thought I had to handle everything by myself. I kept my problems quiet, even from the people closest to me.
But the truth is, I was never really alone.
My sisters were always there - in the small things. In random talks, in simple jokes, in the way they would sit next to me without knowing I needed it. They didn't always know what I was going through, but somehow they still made it lighter.
This story is about realizing that even when I felt like I had no one, I actually had the two people who mattered most standing right behind me.