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Things We Pretend

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There are things you notice when you're the quiet one.
Like how some people laugh a little too fast.
Or how two people who aren't supposed to keep finding excuses to be in the same room.

I never meant to watch them.
Not really.
It's just-when you live in a house that's half love and half secrets, your eyes learn where to go.

I know that she smiles like nothing's wrong. My 👨‍👩‍👧 acts like he doesn't see it.
And maybe they think I'm too young, or too distracted, or just too me to care.

But I care.
I notice.

And the thing no one tells you about noticing is-once you start, it's hard to stop.

I was 12 when it all really started.

Not just them.
Me too.

The boy. The girl. The part of me I didn't have words for. The touch. The electric feeling behind my ribs. It's not true or real, though. It's just a thing people ache for. I don't believe in it. 

Everyone thinks it's their story.
But I'm the one who watched it all.




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The light they see in me; the darkness i hide within

In every family, there is a rhythm - laughter at the dinner table, warmth in small gestures, the comfort of being surrounded by love. For the youngest child, this rhythm is both a blessing and a quiet burden. To the world, they are the bright spark: the one who smiles first, who laughs easily, who carries light into every corner of their home and school. Their friends call them cheerful, dependable, a presence that makes every moment feel lighter. Their family treasures their warmth, believing that they are always at peace. But behind the smile lies a truth no one sees. Each day is a careful performance, a balance between the joy they give others and the heaviness that lingers within. In the quiet hours of the night, when the world is still, their heart whispers questions they can never voice. Questions about worth, about exhaustion, about the battle they face in silence. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘚𝘦𝘦, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘐 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥 is a tender, haunting exploration of what it means to protect the ones you love by hiding your pain. It is the story of a child who carries two lives - one that shines brightly for others, and another that silently fights to endure. Through ordinary days at school, gentle family dinners, and lonely nights under the ceiling's watch, the youngest child learns what it means to exist in two worlds at once: the one everyone sees, and the one only they can feel. This is not a story of villains or cruelty. It is a story of love, of warmth, of family - and the unspoken truth that even within the most loving homes, battles can remain unseen. It is about the quiet courage of a child who chooses to smile, even as their heart longs for rest. A poxignant journey of hidden emotions, fragile strength, and the longing for someone to notice what lies beneath the surface - this story reminds us that sometimes, the brightest light hides the deepest shadow. ///////// T