When I was seventeen, my adopted sister accused me of getting her pregnant. My family
…as my new reality. I built my world from scratch, brick by brick, around the space left by my family’s absence. At first, it was a desolate landscape. But over time, it blossomed into something uniquely mine. I found solace in literature, losing myself in stories that weren’t my own, and in music, where melodies…
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