Moments Shared

"I wore the same hoodie almost every day.Not because it was my favourite, not because it looked cool, but because it felt like a shield. At home, things were… hard. Yelling, doors slamming and silence that hurt more than words sometimes. I’d sit in my room with my music up, pretending everything was okay. Pretending I couldn’t hear what was happening. At school, I was the “funny one.” The one who made people laugh, who always seemed fine and maybe that’s what they needed from me—someone who seemed okay. But the hoodie knew better. It caught the tears when no one was looking. It gave me something to hold onto when I felt like I had nothing else. Funny how a piece of fabric can become your only comfort. No one ever asked about it. Maybe they didn’t see it or maybe… they were wearing one too. I guess nobody can ever know what somebody is going through unless they bother."