RAGNA POV...
Because my family had been suffering for my sake, I had started that small vegetable business in the first place, thinking that if I could at least ease the pressure of daily expenses and slowly shoulder the heavier family needs, then maybe the burden I had brought upon them would lessen, even if only a little.
Then I dealt with my sister's congenital condition, turning her into a Banshee, convincing myself that it was the best possible outcome, and I poured every fragment of my knowledge into her, believing she could become my eyes and ears, someone capable of protecting the family whenever I wasn't there.
With each small success, my confidence grew quietly and steadily, not just in myself but in the fragile belief that as long as I kept following that same pattern—planning alone, acting alone, fixing everything alone—everything would eventually work out.
