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Pedri sat at the back of the classroom, his gaze fixed on the window, lost in a world no one else could see. To everyone at school, he was the "spoiled kid." His uniform was always crisp, his scent lingered in the hallways, and he always had the best gear. But the truth was buried much deeper than that. Pedri was starving for affection, yet not the kind that money could buy. He craved the "spoiling" of a kind word or a gentle touch. At home, his parents mistook material provision for love. They would often say, "What more do you want? You have everything!"—never realizing that what he truly lacked was to be understood. Whenever he would pout out of a quiet, lingering sadness, his parents dismissed it as "unnecessary drama" and walked away. At school, teachers mistook his silence for arrogance, and classmates kept their distance, assuming he was "too good" for them. No one noticed how his fingers would fidget when he felt anxious, or the way his eyes lingered on a father hugging his son in the street. He went to school every day carrying a heavy silence, waiting for someone—anyone—to say: "Pedri, I see you’re tired. It’s okay to let go." He wanted to be pampered with a smile, a laugh, or even just a moment of genuine connection. But instead, he remained the "spoiled boy" that no one bothered to care for—the loneliest person in a house full of people.