~ My version of @georgie17xx 's amazong story. Please feel free to write your own version too! I will definetly read! ~
"Mom, I'm home." she calls. There it is again. That fake smile she smacks on her face every time she enters her front door. "Hello, sweetie. How was school?" The question that seems compulsory every evening to her irritating mother. The mother who has no idea. The mother who doesn't know but should. The mother among many others who believes the broken smile when they see it. They just can't see how she's really feeling inside. The frustration. The anger. The pain. Every single emotion she feels every single day, every single year, every single tear, every single time before she sleeps. All the time. She simply cannot ask for help. Too embarrassing and weak. But still, they can't hear the screaming inside her overpowering silence.
There she is again. The girl with the broken smile. - ME.
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