My grandmother's whispers echoed through the years,
Urging me to conceal, to shield, to disappear.
"Hide your money, child, lest it be taken away,
Hide your feelings, my dear, for they'll only betray. "
Her words, like shadows, cast a veil of doubt,
Whispering caution, warning me to keep the world out.
"Hide your plans, my love, for they'll be met with scorn,
Better to keep them secret, lest yo...