Слишком хороша (prod. by ПАЛЫЧ)

Sometimes strength doesn't look like armour, but like tired eyes that still shine. When you're not waiting for rescuers, but just wiping your hands on your apron, turning on the kettle, and continuing to live - quietly, but with character. All around are unfinished conversations, uncollected trash, and unsolicited advice about "needing to be softer." And inside - resilience, like a steel frame under a lace dress. She's not falling apart. Just learning not to depend on those who didn't show up. She washes, works, builds, plants, loves - not for show, but out of habit, to survive beautifully. The world whispers that I'm too strong, too kind. And she smiles: well, what else could she be, when medals aren't given out here to the weak, only new electricity bills.