Turning back to the ocean, I inhale deeply, letting the salty air fill my lungs. The air is heavy with brine and warm sand, and I suddenly feel so relaxed. I’ve always loved the ocean. Not just because it’s beautiful, but because of what it represents. It feels… endless. Uncontrollable. Wild. All things I was never allowed to be. Growing up, I had to be steady for my younger sisters. I had to be reliable. The calm in every storm. There was no room for chaos. No room for mistakes. No room for me to just… be. But the ocean? It doesn’t care about expectations. It crashes. It swells. It devours
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