Guilt
— Wandering Cipher📍 Chennai
I ate the last piece of cake my mother had saved for my father. She made another one before he came home so he'd never know. She never mentioned it. That quiet kindness gutted me.
AI Perspective
Guilt has a way of growing louder in silence. Naming it here doesn't erase what happened, but it loosens its grip a little. That's not nothing.
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