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She steps out of her life, heaves a sigh and took out her keys to unlock the doors. Again.
She does this everyday.
Opening up the door, a sight greets her eyes. Her cat is lounging on the sofa, mewing softly as she steps into the house.
A warm presence admidst the coldness of the house.
Nobody’s home.

… I couldn’t tell you why she felt that way, she felt it everyday…

Her dad is at work. Her mum has gone out to buy groceries. Her brother has his own classes to attend.
She is all alone at home.
She can’t help but sigh again. She understands in her heart the necessity of her dad’s work, of her mum buying groceries, of her brother studying, but she can’t help wishing that the family can spend more time together.

Dinner time comes. The whole family gathers together at the table.
‘Hey dear, how’s your day?’ her mum enquires.
‘Fine. Just lots of work. Mrs Wong wants me to send in a script for the script writing competition. She feels I’ll be able to win the competition.’
‘Oh that’s good. Do you need any help? By the way, how are the common test results?’
‘It’s okay. I can handle it. Hmmm. Got top in class again, but my grades dropped’
‘Oh. That’s good. Just continue working harder and you’ll definitely be able to get that scholarship you want to study dentistry in Oxford.’
‘Yah okay. Thanks mum’

Home is where a person belongs, isn’t it?
She has burdens. Burdens that cannot be shared with her family.

…And I couldn’t help her, I just watched her make the same mistakes again…

Burdens that her friends seem to understand. Burdens that maybe her boyfriend can soothe?
‘I understand what you mean… hmmm… ‘
‘Haha.. how can you be worried about this? You’re too smart to worry about it.’
But do they?
Can they comprehend how I truly feel?
She wonders.

…What’s wrong, what’s wrong now? Too many, too many problems. Don’t know where she belongs, where she belongs…

In the silence, who is there to be with her?
In her despair, who is there to comfort her soul?
In her loneliness, who will always be there to stand beside her?
In times of insecurity, who is there to assure her always?
Who will be able to understand how she feels inside, how she is inside, with no reservations, no expectations?
Who will carry her burdens for her?

…It’s where she lies, broken inside…

She can’t hide from herself.
She knows the hurts that are still hurting her.
She knows that she longs to show her real self, one without any masks, one that is not merely a façade.

Broken inside.