I’m here. Living. Standing. Giving. Doing everything a person is supposed to do. Yet sometimes, it feels like I don’t exist. There are moments when I talk… and my words evaporate into thin air. Moments when I sit among familiar faces, yet feel like a stranger in my own life. Moments when I quietly wonder: Am I invisible? Or just not important enough? Some people around me care deeply — I know that. But there are others… who only notice me when they need something. When there’s a problem to solve. When money is required. When responsibility needs to be carried. Otherwise, silence. Then the questions creep into my mind: “Am I being punished for something? Is this because I’m not good enough? Or am I just a walking ATM? A problem-solver, a duty machine… nothing more?” I don’t want to feel like a “provider who doesn’t deserve emotions.” I don’t want love only when I’m useful. I’m human too. I have a heart, not a built-in engine that endlessly runs without warm...