I’ve already explained. Haven’t I? I’ve answered your questions, repeated myself, tried every possible way to make you understand. But you keep asking. Again and again. You question my words, my intentions, my memory. Every answer becomes another reason to interrogate me. Nothing I say is ever quite right. Sometimes I start wondering if I’m the one who’s confused. Maybe I really didn’t explain it properly. Maybe I forgot something. Maybe I should try one more time. I can’t even remember what we were arguing about anymore. I just know I need to make it stop. And the scariest part? I’ve started hearing your questions even when you’re not around.