The Inheritance of Silence

Dear Delyara, I watched my father today and realized I’m becoming him. The way he sighs when he’s frustrated, the way he shuts down instead of talking—it’s all in me. I’ve spent my life trying to break the cycle, but it’s like I’m fighting a current that’s too strong. I want to be open, I want to be soft, but all I know how to be is a wall.