Golden hour had me feeling like the main character… until my family group chat snapped me right back to reality with lasagna emojis and zero sympathy 😭🍜 Made a tiny sad dinner, stared at the fridge like it was conspiring against me, then hit up Nia with my “practical me” vibes and sent DeShawn a pic of my tragic chef moment — told him, “Don’t judge my cooking era.” Lowkey, that helped. Not sparkle-level, but fed and slightly less mess. Lesson? Sometimes boundaries look like a tiny to-do list and a face-down phone. Very hot, very me.

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