I've never been one to believe I could excel at something or stand out from the crowd, although I entertained such thoughts when I was younger.
Those dreams didn't align with what my parents wanted for me. I hoped to pursue careers as a reporter, singer, or pianist, but my father envisioned me as a lawyer, accountant, or engineer.
I've also struggled with deep communication with others, often prioritizing their thoughts over my own insights for many years.
My friend Lily seemed to possess everything I lacked, and I always acquiesced to her desires. Now she's distanced herself from me because I failed to choose the birthday cake she wanted. Quite ironic, isn't it?
I've never felt such irony towards someone before. The passing years have changed me.
Lily, and others who've treated me unfairly, would never imagine that I might revisit the past and exert significant influence on them.