Stories of Bias
Conversations drifted into stories of family dynamics, tales tinged with bias and favoritism. Weaving through the room, I heard remnants of shared truths that echoed my experiences.
‘Families, huh?’ someone chuckled, their eyes knowing. It was cathartic hearing others share, wrapping their thoughts around mine like a shared secret.
In these exchanges, I found voices that understood and mirrored my own, further solidifying that healing begins with shared stories.