Eventually, he walked away, leaving the mansion behind. I floated there, lost in my thoughts, feeling more alone than ever. Did he even realize how much I craved his support, his acknowledgment? I had spent years trying to find a way to be seen, to be accepted by this family, and now it felt like I was just a forgotten memory.
The night air was crisp as I drifted through the empty halls, each room a reminder of the life I once had. I remembered the birthdays and holidays spent in this house, trying to make my father proud, trying to fit into a mold that was never meant for me.
But no more. I was done chasing after their approval. I was tired of being the invisible daughter, the afterthought. At that moment, I made a silent promise to myself: I would find a way to be more than just a ghost haunting the edges of my father’s life. I would not let them forget me!
