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I am the chair in the corner, noticed only when someone is tired. The light bulb on the ceiling, switched on when the sun goes down. I am the last chat in the inbox, opened when replies run out. The “can I call you?” when everyone else is busy. I learned slowly and quietly that being chosen and being needed are not the same. Being chosen takes your freedom; being needed gives you dignity.
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 7:59 AM UTC
The Last
I am the chair in the corner, noticed only when someone is tired. The light bulb on the ceiling, switched on when the sun goes down. I am the last chat in the inbox, opened when replies run out. The “can I call you?” when everyone else is busy. I learned slowly and quietly that being chosen and being needed are not the same. Being chosen takes your freedom; being needed gives you dignity.
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25/M/India
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 7:59 AM UTC
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