Aloneness

Ohhh holy shittt— "It's a girl," they whispered. "Now who will carry the bloodline?" again, they whispered. No one had the answer, But the blame—always—fell on the mother. A decade passed. The mother gave birth to a boy. This time, no whispers, No questions. Only celebration. That moment—so joyful, so bright— Yet the ten-year-old girl stood in the shadows. A burden in her own home, Watching the love she once dreamed of Now gifted to her brother. She searched her father's eyes For the warmth she never received. But his gaze, full of emotion, Belonged to someone else. And so began her journey— A quiet descent Into the aching silence Of aloneness