So Tell Me That You Love

From a young age, she believed fervently that her destiny lay in the limelight — whether as an actress, a model, or any celebrated public figure. She cultivated her appearance meticulously and maintained a facade of kindness, though deep down, she harbored a quiet certainty of her superiority. She lived with the expectation that one day, fate would intervene — perhaps a chance encounter on a bustling street, where a talent scout would recognize her unmistakable potential. She would chuckle at the memory later when she would be famous, recounting how she initially mistook him for a scam artist. That day never came and here she was 12 years later, a pregnant housewife with a degree in neurobiology that she would never use. Resentment permeated every facet of her existence. Nothing seemed to meet her exacting standards. Her husband's earnings fell short of her expectations, a constant source of dissatisfaction. Not that she would ever think of getting a job. She had more important things to do, raising you to become the person she never was.