Alina POVThe kitchen smelled like syrup and warm bread.But I couldn’t feel hungry.“You should take your sleeping medicine,” Dad said again, placing a plate of pancakes in front of me like it was just another morning.It wasn’t.Nothing had felt normal in a long time.I stared at the plate for a moment before letting out a small sigh.“I can’t be on sleeping pills my whole life,” I whispered.Dad didn’t answer immediately.He pulled out the chair across from me and sat down. For a few seconds, he just looked at me—careful, quiet, like he was trying to understand something I wasn’t saying out loud.“It’s a six-month course,” he said finally. “You’re supposed to complete it. It’s only been three months and you already stopped.”“I didn’t stop,” I said softly, still avoiding his eyes. “I just… didn’t like how they made me feel.”“They’re supposed to help you sleep,” his voice tightened slightly. “Not make things worse.”I pushed the plate a little away.My appetite disappeared complete
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