The Lie I Tell Every Morning. · 𝙂𝙊𝙊𝙎𝙄𝙁𝙔 🍓🐛🦋🌈⭐️🩷

The Lie I Tell Every Morning.

"Sleep well?" she asks.

"Like a baby," I say.

The truth? I stared at the ceiling until 4 AM, doing math that never adds up. Rent. Pills. The silence of a phone that won't ring with shifts I desperately need.

She's 74. She thinks I'm just a student. She doesn't know I wash dishes until my hands crack, that I walked home in rain last night because the bus costs too much, that I hide the envelopes with red stamps.

She gave up her country for my future. Now I lie awake wondering how long I can keep hers from collapsing.

If someone once showed up for you when you had nothing left—

Be that someone now.

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