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Little Miss Free-da
<p><br/></p><p>They used to mistake her silence for softness.</p><p>They thought because she didn’t argue, she agreed.</p><p>Because she stayed, she belonged.</p><p>Little Miss Free-da learned early that survival sometimes looks like obedience. She learned how to read moods faster than books, how to swallow words before they caused trouble, how to make herself small enough to fit into other people’s comfort. She learned that love, in certain houses, came with conditions and receipts.</p><p>She watched strength be misunderstood as rebellion.</p><p>She watched sacrifice be treated like obligation.</p><p>She watched women pour themselves out and be blamed for being empty.</p><p>And for a long time, she stayed.</p><p>Not because she didn’t see the cracks — she saw them clearly. But because leaving felt like betrayal. Because choosing herself felt like theft. Because she was taught that endurance was a virtue, even when it hurt.</p><p>Little Miss Free-da didn’t wake up one day angry.</p><p>She woke up tired.</p><p>Tired of explaining herself.</p><p>Tired of carrying guilt that wasn’t hers.</p><p>Tired of being the reasonable one in unreasonable situations.</p><p>Tired of shrinking her dreams so they wouldn’t threaten anyone else’s ego.</p><p>Freedom didn’t arrive like a storm.</p><p>It arrived like clarity.</p><p>A quiet understanding that peace was not something she had to earn. That love was not supposed to feel like debt. That family, tradition, and history were not excuses for harm — subtle or loud.</p><p>So she loosened her grip.</p><p>She stopped arguing with people committed to misunderstanding her.</p><p>She stopped auditioning for roles she never wanted.</p><p>She stopped begging rooms to make space when doors existed elsewhere.</p><p>She didn’t announce her departure.</p><p>She didn’t dramatize her healing.</p><p>She didn’t curse anyone on her way out.</p><p>She simply chose differently.</p><p>Little Miss Free-da learned that freedom isn’t always running — sometimes it’s redirecting. Sometimes it’s choosing silence over explanation, distance over damage, and self-respect over familiarity.</p><p>She didn’t burn the bridge. She just stopped crossing it.</p>
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