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Or has he forgotten how they changed my mindset? I didn't even know how to answer that question anymore because the fault actually lies on me. If I didn't agree to be changed, they wouldn't have succeeded in changing me. “Great change often requires discomfort, Theo,” he continued. I hated how calmly he said my name. I hated how he spoke like he knew me… like he understood me. “You cannot expect everyone around you to approve of your decisions before you succeed.” “And if I fail?” I asked. Mr. Livingston’s expression didn’t change. “Then their fears become justified.”

I thought about all we had been through: the lies, the pain, the separation, and the slow, painful journey of understanding and growth we had both been on. I thought about the difference between someone who says they will change and someone who actually does it. Anyone can say sorry. Anyone can promise to be different. But to seek help, to confront old fears, to unlearn habits that have been a part of your life since childhood—that was real effort.

Change doesn't happen overnight. If it did, I would've given up years ago. Real change is quiet. It's choosing to get out of bed when every part of you wants to stay there. It's going for another walk when your muscles still ache. It's saying no to the voice in your head that insists you'll never be enough. Most importantly... It's continuing even when no one notices. Weeks passed. My days now had structure. Three mornings a week with Sophia.

"What do you mean?" A slow, calculating smile spread across Ms. William’s lips. "From now on, she’ll be watched—every step she takes, every move she makes. The more she tries to uncover the truth, the more she’ll find exactly what I want her to see. And by the time she realizes it, it’ll be too late, she will be left with no choice then to disappear." She turned sharply to her left, her expression resolute. "She’ll be ruined before she even knows what hit her."

I am the only one who stands in the way, the only thing holding myself back from the transformation that looms inevitable as the changing of the tides. I will not lose. I will not give in. And yet, and yet.

Hearing the news, Ethan dragged his weak body to find Sam. “Dad, I don’t want Isla to be my mom! I want my original mom!” He sobbed and begged Sam to change his mind, but Sam remained silent, saying nothing. “I hate you! I don’t want you to be my dad anymore. I’m going to find my mom!” Ethan wiped his face hard, kicked Sam in the leg, then turned and ran away.

And that the memory of the little boy I saw bathing in the river no longer exists. "Time is not the problem. It is people and their intentions. Change will never be good when only one side will be the winner. They don't want the good of all, they want the best for themselves. Because it is the suffering of the majority that makes them men with power" He says.

Walter insisted. "How so?" Althea demanded, standing up. "Are you really going to give up? On me? On Jenny and Jackson? On Walter's legacy? On everything he built? That isn't you. That isn't the person I know!” "Well, I've changed," Mrs. Walter insisted calmly. Althea scoffed. "Well, I don't believe you. You can't change who you are. It's not that simple. And for someone like you, it's nearly impossible."

"Hera, I am interested in hearing your point on this particular matter." I was very cautious and deliberate when selecting my words, fully aware of the possible outcomes and repercussions they could have. " I hold a firm belief that change can be achieved, even in situations where there has been a deep-rooted hostility for a significant period of time. In order to achieve success, it is of utmost importance to prioritize certain key factors."