She is a girl shaped by absence—of warmth, of acceptance, of the kind of love that anchors a soul. Her name is not important, because the world never cared to remember it. She came into life quietly, unnoticed, and it remained that way. Love, for her, was not a language spoken in her home, nor a presence found in late-night whispers or open arms. Instead, she learned silence, cold, and the unrelenting ache of being unwanted.

From nowhere came affection, and from everywhere came disdain. She was the girl others pointed at, laughed about, or worse—ignored. Every glance she caught was tinted with judgment, every word spoken to her felt like a blade pressed gently against skin. So she built walls—not just around her heart, but around her very being. Thick, silent, impenetrable.