*"The firsborn".* she was the quiet child the one who sat close to the window, watching sunlight spill across the floor like it was speaking to her. no one knew how loud the world felt inside her small chest, how crowded, how heavy so she learned to love the spaces where sound couldn’t follow. in the soft places, she finally breathed. in the stillness, she finally wasn’t too much. and maybe they never noticed how her silence was not emptiness, but safety. a little home she built inside herself to keep her heart from trembling. and one day, someone will see her quiet not as distance, but as the purest way a gentle soul survives.
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