> I didn’t choose this life.
I didn’t choose the father who only remembered I existed when I turned eleven.
I didn’t choose to lose the only brother who truly knew me.
I didn’t choose the men who came with promises and conditions.
I didn’t choose to be the firstborn, the fixer, the forgotten.



At nineteen, she stands at a crossroads where every path seems to lead deeper into silence — a silence made of grief, betrayal, poverty, and love that always asks for something in return. Raised in a home filled with loud responsibilities and quiet love, she’s always been the one holding everyone else together — until the weight of it all starts to break her.

Now, torn between staying for a family that barely sees her and leaving for a world that only wants to use her, she has to ask herself: Is there a road meant for a girl like me?

The Unchosen Roads is a hauntingly honest journey through loneliness, sacrifice, and the desperate hope of finding a place — and a voice — of her own. For every girl who’s ever felt like her life was already written for her... this story is yours.

I thought blood didn't matter as long as there was love.


And for the most part, I believed I was safe.


Until someone whispered a truth behind my back —


A truth I didn't understand, but my heart felt anyway.


It was just another normal day — or so I thought.


The kind of day where kids run around barefoot and grown-ups gather under the sun to talk like children aren't listening.


I was nearby, playing alone, pretending not to hear.


And that's when I heard her voice — a relative, someone who'd smiled in front of me, maybe even fed me once or twice.


Her voice was sharp, louder than it needed to be. As if she wanted it to land exactly where it did.


> "That girl doesn't belong here. She's not even their real sister. Just look at how she behaves — loose. Wild. Not like the others. It's in her blood."


At the time, I didn't know what she meant.


I thought it was just another insult — like the others.


Cruel. Heartless. Too quiet. Too sharp.


But I didn't ask questions. I tucked it into the back of my mind, like a letter I wasn't ready to open.


And the pieces I had hidden from myself suddenly fit together like a cruel puzzle.


I wasn't his daughter — not the man who raised me.


I wasn't hers — not enough to be defended.


And then her words came back like a slap to my memory.


> That day, something inside me changed.


Just a quiet crack that spread slowly through my chest.


Started pretending it didn't bother me when they treated me differently — because maybe they were right to.


They said I was "loose" and "wild" before I even knew who I was.


Before I had the chance to be anything — they already decided who I wasn't.


> I wonder sometimes if that woman ever knew what her words did.


How she planted shame in a child who had nothing to be ashamed of.


How she lit a fire that burned through years of identity.


And how I've been walking through the smoke ever since.


Chapter 4 - I DIDN'T KNOW,BUT THEY DID