Dear diary, it's now been two years since my parents passed away. And even though I still don't feel ready to accept it, it's become my duty to take back control of my life. My older sister left, abandoning me alone with my two little brothers: Mathias, 5 years old, and Elhoïme, 10. For the past year, I've been juggling two jobs to pay the rent, feed my brothers, pay for their school, their clothes... and sometimes, a few toys, when I can afford it. Between breaks or late at night, I take small online courses. Nothing major, but enough to hope for a better job. Maybe even, one day, go back studying law, like I always dreamed. Sometimes, I just want to quit. To run away, like my sister did. I feel like i'm suffocating in this tiny appartment, haunted by nightmares where I taste a freedom I'll never truly have. I want to go far away, leave everything behind. But every single time I meet Elhoïme's gaze, every SINGLE time Mathias smiles at me, I remember why I'm still standing. S
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