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I remember my high school graduation. While everyone's parents were taking photos and crying happy tears, mine were busy recording Emily's impromptu performance in the parking lot. I spent two hours in my cap and gown, but they didn't take a single picture of me.

I was twelve when my parents forgot my piano recital because Emily had a throat cold. They spent the whole evening nursing her while I performed alone on stage. The next day, they didn't even ask how it went. Just another day of being the invisible child.

I was twelve when my parents forgot my piano recital because Emily had a sudden singing audition. I practiced for months, but they didn't even notice I wasn't home that night. The trophy I won sits in the garage, while Emily's participation certificates cover our living room walls.

Yesterday was my parents' anniversary celebration. They invited the whole family, even distant cousins, but "forgot" to tell me about it. I only saw the photos on Facebook. Well, I cancelled their Netflix subscription - the one I've been paying for since 2019.

I was twelve when my parents forgot my piano recital because Emily had a throat infection. They spent the whole evening comforting her while I performed alone on stage. When I came home with my first-place trophy, nobody even noticed. They were still fussing over her cough.

Sometimes I wonder why we hide our dreams, keep them locked away like precious stones in darkness. But dreams like this need to breathe, need to dance in the light. Dreams like this deserve to soar, deserve to be lived.

Sometimes people think they understand your journey, but they only see the surface. Today I chose to follow my heart instead of their expectations. It wasn't about being right; it was about being true to myself.

Picture this. You're a servant in the Palace of Versailles, 1789. As you polish the gilded mirrors in Marie Antoinette's private chambers, you discover a hidden door. Behind it lies a network of secret passages where the queen's darkest secrets await, secrets that would soon fuel a revolution.