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A little girl was supposed to be asleep.

But every night, she sat quietly on the

stairs listening to the sounds

coming from downstairs.

Not the words. The tone.

She learned something adults forget.

Children don't remember every conversation.

But they remember how a house felt.

Whether laughter was common.

Whether apologies existed. Whether love

felt safe or had to be earned.

Years later, she couldn't remember most of

the arguments. But she remembered the

tension. The silence after slammed doors.

The way everyone pretended everything

was normal. And somehow, that became her

definition of normal too