YOU'RE THE "ANGRY DAUGHTER." Hmmp right, I am. Because I spent my entire childhood tiptoeing around the moods of people who should've protected me. Because I learned to read the room before I learned to read books. Because I swallowed my words so they wouldn't explode in theirs. Because silence was safer than asking for what I needed. Because I carried their chaos like it was mine to fix. And now my anger isn't shame. It's proof ! finally stopped making myself small.