They didn’t want a daughter.
They wanted a placeholder.
And I was done being one.
I walked back to the house, packed my bag, and stepped outside into the cold night air.
My heart was pounding.
But for the first time, I felt like I was choosing myself.
My phone buzzed.
A message from my mom.
“We need you to do breakfast tomorrow.”
I stared at the screen.
That was the moment everything became clear.
Not a scream.
Not a fight.
Just one sentence proving they still expected me to return to the same role.
I turned off my phone.
Picked up my bag.
And took the first step away.
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