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A REASON TO LIVE
I always knew my purpose. I found it in my family. My mother's warm smile when she called me "my love." She made everything feel safe, like home wasn't a place but the sound of her voice. My father's deep laughter when he told old jokes-ones we'd heard a thousand times but still pretended were new. He was our anchor, our strength, the kind of man whose presence alone made the world feel steady. And then there was my twin brother. My reflection. My second heartbeat. We had our own language, a silent understanding in just a glance. He was my best friend, my partner in everything. Our home? Love lived there. Laughter lived there. And I? I belonged there. It was supposed to be just another night. A road trip to celebrate our university admission. The car was full of stories and inside jokes, the scent of my mum's homemade chin chin mixed with the faint new-leather smell of my dad's car seats. Music played in the background-Olamide's "Triumphant"-fitting, because that's what we were. Triumphant. Young, full of dreams, with a future waiting just beyond the horizon.