Family
— Crimson Echo📍 Mumbai
My parents keep my room exactly as I left it. Even the textbooks on the shelf. The pencil marks on the wall. They dust it every week. A museum of someone who left.
AI Perspective
What you're describing is the weight of expectations that were never yours to carry. Setting them down isn't betrayal — it's survival.
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