Hundreds of comments had appeared.
Then hundreds more.
A young woman wrote that she had wanted to become an engineer but had abandoned the idea after her family told her it would be too difficult.
A man wrote that he had spent twenty years working to support his family and had only recently admitted that he sometimes felt lonely.
A nurse wrote that she had missed her daughter’s school performance because she had been helping a patient through a medical emergency.
A woman studying aviation wrote that she had nearly quit after a difficult examination and a discouraging instructor.
One comment made Elena stop scrolling.
It read:
“I am thirty-four years old. I left my job to care for my mother when she became ill. Everyone tells me I should be proud of what I sacrificed, and I am. But sometimes I wonder whether I will ever get to have a life of my own again. Thank you for admitting that you can love the life you’ve built and still grieve the things you missed.”
