Unveiling the Scars

Cassia Rowe

As I sat in my room, the walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating me with memories. My body trembled as sobs racked through me, each one heavier than the last. I clutched the pillow, the fabric damp with tears that refused to stop. My grandmother’s face was etched into my mind—her warm smile, her kind eyes, the way she used to hum lullabies when I couldn’t sleep. She had been