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    Sometimes I wonder if places can hold memories. Not like photos, but like invisible scars—like when you brush against a closed wound and still feel the sting.
    The bus that brought me rattled down the avenue, and I held my résumé folder tightly, even though there wasn’t much in it. No completed studies, no relevant experience. Just a handwritten letter of recommendation from the lady who rents me a room. “Responsible and quiet,” it said. That was the closest thing to a compliment I’d received in years.
    I spent my whole childhood in a trailer that reeked of beer and cigarettes. My father yelled more than he spoke, and my mother laughed at everything, even when she cried. School wasn’t a refuge either. I had a very soft voice, sometimes I stuttered, and that was enough to be everyone's punchline. So I became invisible. Silent. Untouchable.
    I wish I had been invisible that day.

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