“My resemblance to my mother had made me uncle’s target. We had the same eyes. The same hair. Snow had always hated her long hair, it got everywhere, she hated washing it, combing it, plaiting it, but she kept it nice and long, so our uncle’s hate was divided in two—so I wasn't his only target. “She grew loud to attract attention, I grew silent so I wasn’t seen.”
The way Snowlin loves ❤️😭
— Oct 14, 2025 10:58AM
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