over_thinker8
Sometimes, life feels too heavy to understand.
Maybe every eldest daughter knows this pain -
the silent weight of responsibilities, chores, and expectations that never seem to end.
We grow up too fast, forced to be strong when all we ever wanted was to rest.
At the end of the day, all we truly crave is peace -
to be loved, to be seen, to be taken care of.
Because for as long as we can remember,
we've been holding everyone together while quietly falling apart.
When will it be my time?
Will I ever find peace amidst the chaos?