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a hobby,” my father would say, his voice calm but firm. “A pastime. Not a career.” My mother would just sigh, a sound that carried more weight than any lecture. “We just want you to be secure,” she’d plead, her eyes begging me to see reason.
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I didn’t. I couldn’t.
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