AuroraI wake up earlier than usual, the faint light of dawn barely cutting through the curtains. My room is quiet, too quiet, but inside my mind, thoughts are already racing. Today isn’t just another morning. It’s one of those mornings. The kind where perfection isn’t just expected... it’s required.My feet touch the cold marble floor, and I take a slow breath before moving toward the vanity. Every movement feels deliberate, measured. Because here, one small mistake isn’t just noticed... it’s counted, recorded, remembered.This house doesn’t forgive flaws.Our rules are simple, and brutal. Breakfast is at eight. If you’re one minute late, you don’t eat. If you miss it without reason, you face silence, the kind that feels heavier than any punishment. It’s the same for lunch. The same for dinner.But the worst part isn’t the rules. It’s sitting with them three times a day. My family.I start getting read
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