This story was imagined by me and shaped with the help of AI as a writing companion. The emotions are mine. The memories are mine. The structure is assisted. I'm not a skilled writer and I admit that openly, but I have stories I want to keep, moments I don't want to forget. If you happen to recognize yourself in these pages, it's simply a reflection through my growth. You're free to judge me for using help. I won't mind. I build houses by day. At night, I build narratives imperfect, assisted, but sincere.
This is not about perfection.
It's about preserving who I was becoming.