THE WEIGHT OF PERFECTION
Image by Sora Shimazaki from Pexels From the moment I first grasped the weight of expectation, I knew I was destined to achieve. Not because I wished for it, but because the world had already carved my path, one paved with excellence and admiration. A child prodigy, an inspiration, a name whispered among peers with reverence. I walked hallways bathed in golden light, the chosen one, the beacon, the daughter who could never falter. They say pressure creates diamonds, but does anyone ever ask what happens when the weight becomes too much? When the cracks begin to form beneath the dazzling surface? My journey began in a small town, where whispers of my brilliance spread like wildfire. Teachers called me extraordinary; neighbors told their children to look up to me. I became the yardstick of success, the gold standard, the embodiment of every parent's unspoken dream. Bevin, the key reference. And so, I lived up to it. I surpassed it. I carried the burden with grace, earning my pla...