The following day, Boma was with her mother as they set up the new fashion office. They were placing mannequins to display the outfits, but Boma seemed distracted.“Boma, is everything alright?” her mother asked, noticing her daughter's distraction.“I just need some rest, Mama,” Boma replied, attempting to brush off her mother's concern.That evening at dinner, Boma picked at her food, barely eating. Her parents exchanged worried glances.“Boma, are you sure nothing is wrong?” her mother asked gently.“I’m fine,” Boma insisted, though her tone was unconvincing.After dinner, her father came to her room. “Boma, what's really going on?” he asked, his voice firm but caring.Boma tried to smile. “Nothing, Papa. I'm just tired.”Her father sat down beside her. “I know you, Boma. This isn’t just about being tired. What’s troubling you?”Boma sighed, deciding to reveal part of the truth. “I feel guilty for not telling you something.”“What is it?” her father asked, concerned.“It’s about how
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