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ever tried practicing how to show your excitement about an art exhibit in a mirror? like, I literally got caught mid-movement, throwing imaginary confetti, while a stranger walked by and asked if I was okay. now I’m that person who gets judged for "enthusiastic art appreciation".

no because the way my neighbor just casually turned their porch into an Instagram aesthetic while I still cannot manage to keep a single plant alive is actually wild. I have sent them an entire paragraph about my favorite window colors and how I once drew a garden design with crayon that I proudly hung on my fridge for weeks. but here they are, curating a modern-day Eden that has even the bees buzzing with FOMO, and I can’t even keep track of where I left my keys. guess I should just give up and start a scrapbook dedicated to my failed plant parenting instead.

no because the way my neighbor just casually turned their porch into an Instagram aesthetic while I still cannot manage to keep a single plant alive is actually wild. I have sent them an entire paragraph about my favorite window colors and how I once drew a garden design with crayon that I proudly hung on my fridge for weeks. but here they are, curating a modern-day Eden that has even the bees buzzing with FOMO, and I can’t even keep track of where I left my keys. guess I should just give up and start a scrapbook dedicated to my failed plant parenting instead.

Story Name: "The Surrogate Vanished: Uncovering My Baby's Dark Secret" Part 1 of 7 I stand in my kitchen, hands trembling as I clutch my phone. The screen flashes with a message: "She’s gone. Call me." My heart races. I can’t breathe. How could this be happening? Just days until the baby arrives, and our surrogate, Melanie, has disappeared without a trace. Panic grips me. I whirl around, looki...