He vanished behind his phone. The boy who once flooded group chats with syrup-drenched jokes and midnight waffle disasters simply stopped. No more memes. No more streaks. Just read receipts and a growing, aching quiet. Teachers saw his spark fade, friends whispered, and still he insisted he was “fine.” But behind his forced half-smiles were bare cupboards, unpaid bills, and a thirteen-year-old trying to hold together a life that was never his to carr… Continues…
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