She was called a butterfly, not because she had wings, but because she had dreams. Dreams of flying high, touching the sky, and living freely.
But her world was different. She lived in a place full of fear and limits. People around her told her what she could and could not do. Slowly, she started believing them.
She stopped dreaming. She stopped trying. And one day, she forgot that she ever wanted to fly.
She was very lonely. To escape her reality, she created an imaginary world of her own. In that world, she felt safe, happy, and free. Slowly, that world started to feel more real than her actual life.
But whenever she faced reality and saw the cruelty of people around her, her heart broke a little more. It made her believe that living in her imaginary world was far better than facing the harsh truth.