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She didn't need much, Her dream was just the silent picture she has with her daily, it's not only what she saw in her dream while she was sleeping. She desired a life in which she could laugh unrestrained, the load on her shoulders felt lighter, and at last she could exclaim, "I made it."
She was not looking for anyone's acceptance in her dream. She was walking at her own speed, beaming since she owned the path.
She pictured getting up in a quiet house among folks who genuinely grasped her heart. Just love and freedom entwined in the air; no noise of judgement, no whispers of question.
Her ambition was modest but quite strong: to live free from fear, to be valued, and to be visible. She also knew, deep down, that it wasn't only a dream. It gave her a look at the life she was meant to build.