A woman always sat at the end of the table during family dinners. She listened more than she spoke. She laughed at everyone's jokes, helped clean up afterward, and made sure everyone got home safely. Year after year, she was there. Then one day, she stopped showing up. At the next gathering, someone asked, "Has anyone heard from her?" The room went quiet. Nobody knew. Not her favorite food. Not what she had been struggling with. Not whether she was happy or hurting. They had spent years sitting with her without ever really seeing her. It is possible to be surrounded by people and still feel invisible.