For a moment, my voice seemed to float in the air, and I was overcome with anger. Even though I'm over thirty, I felt like a child, clueless at that moment. It was miserable. Thoughts like, "Is my story worthless?" and "Am I still invisible to my family?" kept running through my head. Even after returning home after the holidays, my uncle's indifferent expression and back view kept coming to mind, leaving me with a heavy heart and unable to sleep.