They call it marriage. But too often, it's a daughter's goodbye disguised as a celebration. Her laughter boxed up, her name replaced, her love redirected. She's not stepping into freedom - she's stepping into service. Expected to nurture, to heal, to carry the weight of two families, while her own stands quietly watching her fade into someone else's world. Her parents lose a daughter. Another home gains a caretaker. This isn't love. It's loss dressed up as tradition.💔