“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.” — Rumi**Alessia**I hated parties.Not because they were loud. Not because they were crowded. I hated them because they required smiling, because I had to pretend, and pretending was exhausting. Especially when the reason for the celebration was already related to me.The house had been in complete chaos since morning. Flowers appeared from nowhere. Caterers occupied half the kitchen. Relatives I hadn’t seen in months suddenly remembered we shared DNA.By noon, I had been asked to help with decorations, carry boxes, arrange tables, and entertain guests. I had declined every single request. Unfortunately, nobody respected my decision.Passing Sophia’s room, I slowed. The door was partially open.The moment I stepped inside, I stopped.The room looked like a hurricane had passed through it.Paint brushes littered the floor.Half-finished sketches covered every available surface.Clothes were scattere
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