Romanticizing the Breakdown

photo by me - (2-2-25) Aly  stood on the pavement on her way to work, the scent of fresh coffee mingling with the breeze, warming her from within. She watched the world pass by. Each person absorbed in their own lives, some in their cars, others still trying to make sense of how another day had gone by. But Aly felt invisible. It wasn’t just the crowd. it was the weight of being a working woman in a country where dreams often seemed unreachable. Even foolish. She had grown up in a small village where expectations were clear: find a job, get married, have children. But Aly wasn’t content with that script. Her parents had raised her to be imaginative, creative and, though it wasn’t part of their plan, a dreamer. She dreamed of something more. A life where she could carve out her own path, independent and purposeful, not just someone’s daughter or wife. But that dream seemed to be fading. The song playing on her phone, Reamonn: Supergirl , was the only thing she owned that was kee...