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PART 2 💔

Downstairs, the party was loud with laughter, music, and excitement.

Mia tried to enjoy herself.

But every few minutes, her eyes drifted upstairs toward Zara’s room.

Then suddenly…

One of the children laughed loudly and said:

“Honestly, I’m happy your sister didn’t come down. She makes people uncomfortable.”

The words were casual.

Careless.

But they landed heavily.

Mia froze.

For the first time, she heard how cruel it sounded when someone spoke about Zara like she wasn’t human.

Another child added:

“She’s weird sometimes.”

Mia forced a small laugh…

But deep inside, guilt began growing.

Because suddenly she remembered something.

Every time she cried at school…Every time someone bullied her…Every time she felt lonely…

Zara was always the first person to stand beside her.

Quietly.

Faithfully.

Without embarrassment.

Without shame.

Even when Zara struggled to express herself properly, her love had always been genuine.

Mia slowly looked upstairs again.

And for the first time that day…

The party no longer felt fun.

Meanwhile upstairs, Zara could hear everything.

Not every word clearly.

But enough.

She quietly closed her book.

Walked to the mirror.

And whispered to herself:

“Maybe if I was normal… people would love me too.”

At that exact moment…

Her mother standing outside the door overheard those words.

And her heart shattered 💔

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