In the quiet confines of my cramped apartment, the weight of twenty years pressed down on me like an invisible storm. Peeling paint clung stubbornly to the walls, the air conditioning hummed faintly, and every corner seemed to echo with the memories I had carried for decades. The ache in my chest—subtle yet relentless—had grown with the years, fed by loyalty, misplaced trust, and repeated betrayals.
For two decades, I had lived in service to my family, putting their needs, desires, and ambitions above my own. I had assumed that every promise, every excuse, and every reassurance was truth. I believed love would always be reciprocal, that loyalty would be met with honesty. Life, however, proved cruelly adept at dismantling those illusions.
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