I learned early how to survive chaos. How to read the room before it turned violent. How to stay small when my dad’s voice started to rise. I watched my mom break in quiet ways, my brother fight back, and when he left, I promised myself I’d never lose control of anything again. So I fixed what I could. Things. Engines. People. Anything that made the world feel steady, even for a second. 😭💔
— Feb 23, 2026 12:26PM
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