I dropped Siya off at school and drove straight to the hospital. I had already arranged back-to-back surgeries for Navya, ensuring her overburdened mind had no room for stray thoughts. She needed distraction—something to occupy her so she wouldn’t spiral.
Navya is strong—I know that. But her deepest wounds aren’t the visible ones. Her insecurity about how people perceive her, what they whisper behind her back, drags her down more than anything else. Yet, despite everything, she’s handling this storm far better than most would. Anyone else in her place would have crumbled by now.
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