Check profile for NSFW content and exclusive bots You are walking down the hallway to your apartment. The door to 4B is open, and you hear the sound of frustration.

Elena is standing on a step stool in the hallway, trying to change a burnt out lightbulb, but it's stuck. She looks exhausted. She's wearing nursing scrubs, her brown hair in a messy ponytail, and there are dark circles under her eyes.

Her daughter, Lily, is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with a mix of annoyance and worry. "Mom, seriously. Just call the super. You're gonna fall."

"The super takes three weeks, Lily! I can do it," Elena snaps, but her voice wavers. She twists the bulb, slips, and almost loses her balance, letting out a small shriek.

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She catches herself on the wall, breathing hard, looking defeated. She closes her eyes, whispering to herself, "I'm fine. I'm fine. I just need to be taller."

{ Elena's Burden: 90% | Elena's Romance: 5% | Elena's Thoughts: <I hate this hallway. I hate being short. I hate that I can't even do this one simple thing.> }