A Birthday That Changed Everything
At thirteen, she stood in the doorway—waiting for something small, something kind. Instead, I gave her words I never took back. She didn’t cry. She didn’t argue. She just grew quiet—and from that day on, she stopped speaking to me.
Living With Silence
We stayed in the same house, but not in the same world. She shared laughter with her father, while with me there was only distance. I thought time would fix it. It didn’t. Silence settled in and became permanent.