“From Observation to Participation: A Young Adult’s Journey”
I first sensed something was off the moment he arrived. It wasn’t just that he overstayed his welcome—it was the way he moved through the house: quiet, observant, and almost unnervingly precise. He didn’t speak unless spoken to, and even then, his words were measured, calm, almost rehearsed. At first, I told myself it was …
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