THE INNER

SIDE
OF
MINE NO
ONE
EVER WILL
SEE
“I tried harder yet
failed — because
sometimes, no matter
how much you want to
change, life still has
its own plans for you.”
- Luna Hart
 Introduction to LUNA HART
and her FAMILY

“I tried harder than anyone could have imagined,

yet it wasn’t enough. I held my breath, I stayed
awake, I gave every ounce of me, and still, I
stumbled. And now, looking back, I realize it
wasn’t just about failing at what I tried to do. It
was about learning to feel, to hurt, to understand
the messy, impossible thing called growing up.
About realizing that the person I am now was built
from every tiny heartbreak I thought I couldn’t
survive."

She was a sweet girl who wanted nothing more than a

simple life. She dreamed that by just being herself, she
wanted make people feel special for having her in their
world. Her hair was dark, brownish black and fell past her
shoulders, long in a way that it long than mid hair not in
long way. Her face was delicate and pretty, framed by a
smile that could light up a room. She had a graceful
figure and fair skin, and there was something effortless
about the way she carried herself. People often admired
her, but they could not see the world she carried inside.
Her parents loved her, she knew that, but their way of
showing it was strict and controlling. Every choice she
made, every small action, and even the tiniest detail of
her life was measured and compared to others. It was not
that they did not care, because they did, but their love
was wrapped in scolding and expectations. She often felt
like she was walking a tightrope, trying to earn their
approval, yet somehow never reaching it. Their love was
heavy and suffocating at times, making her question
what it truly meant to be loved. Despite their strictness,
she understood they wanted the best for her, but their
way left her feeling isolated and unsure, forcing her to
navigate her own thoughts and feelings in the quiet
spaces where their affection did not reach.
She longed for freedom to make mistakes, to laugh
loudly, to cry without judgment, and to simply exist
without the weight of constant comparison. She wanted
to feel that her life, with all its small imperfections, was
enough. Beneath her outward sweetness and perfect
smile, there was a storm of longing and doubt, a
complexity that no one truly saw but that shaped every
quiet thought she held inside.
She had one younger sister, who was ten years younger
than her. From the very beginning, her mother had
secretly wished that her sister had been a boy. She
believed that having one boy and one girl as children
would have been a better life, a more balanced family.
Her father, too, had hoped for a boy, imagining how
different things might have been. But when her sister was
born, everything changed. Even before meeting her, her
father could not stop thinking about the little life that had
come into the world. And when she finally got to see her
sister for the first time, the moment she looked into her
father’s eyes, she could feel his joy radiating. She could
read in his expression just how happy he was. At that
moment, it was as if nothing else mattered in the world,
only the little baby before him.
Her mother, however, was not immediately as happy. She
had to come to terms with the fact that her dream of
having a boy had not come true. But after some time,
after a little exaggeration and internal adjustment, she
accepted her daughter, and then something beautiful
happened. She became the person who loved her sister
the most in the entire world. That love was unconditional,
overflowing, and protective in a way that shaped the
sister’s entire childhood. Watching this, she could not
help but notice how love came in different forms,
sometimes strict, sometimes overflowing, and how it
shaped the hearts of those around it.

IT STARTS FROME HERE………

She was genuinely happy when she was in fifth grade. At
that time, her parents did not care as much about her
grades. She often scored lower marks in most subjects,
except for science and maths, where she did fairly well,
like forty-two out of fifty or forty-one out of fifty. In other
subjects, she might get thirty, thirty-five, or twenty-eight,
but her parents were not overly concerned. It was not
that they did not care at all. They would sometimes scold
her or even stop talking to her for a few days. But after
she apologized countless times, they would listen again
and give her another chance to prove herself. She never
blamed them for their strictness because she knew they
were not wrong. Their love was expressed in their own
way, and they only wanted her to grow into a successful
and independent daughter.
Everything felt fine until she entered sixth grade at the
age of eleven. That was when a boy named Liam Vale and
his family moved into the same society as hers. Their
families were not very close initially, but Liam also joined
her school. Slowly, she began to see him as a brother,
and he thought of her as his sister. Alongside her best
friend, Nova Lane, who also lived in the same society and
shared her class, the three of them became inseparable.
People began calling them a trio, a brother, a sister, and a
best friend, and their bond felt like a little family of their
own.
Nova was sweet and pretty, and they shared everything
together, laughing and supporting each other through
school life. Liam, on the other hand, was chubby and
good looking in his own way, though she could not
understand why so many girls seemed to be drawn to
him. Later, she discovered that Nova had fallen for him,
and she found herself thinking, “Huh, what do people see
in him? He literally looks like a monkey.” But jokes aside,
Liam was excellent in academics, which made him stand
out even more. Their school was new, so there were not
many students in her class, which allowed them to grow
closer easily.
Over time, their families began to spend more time
together. They went on trips, celebrated festivals, and
shared countless moments that made them feel like one
big, extended family. It was a time of laughter, friendship,
and warmth, the kind of childhood memories that left
marks on the heart forever.
When it came to academics, things were never easy for
her. As already mentioned, she was not very good in
studies. Her brother, on the other hand, was excellent. He
always seemed to understand everything so easily, and
even her best friend, though not as brilliant as him, was
still good at it. It was only her who struggled. Her marks
began to fall, even in the subjects she once managed
well. In maths, she started getting marks like sixty-three
out of eighty, and in other subjects she barely reached
the sixties. Science was the only one where she did a
little better, sometimes getting seventy-four or more.
It was not the lowest score in the class, but still, she was
always around the fifth or sixth rank out of twenty
students. For her, it felt like failure. Her mother did beat
her at that time, not as much as she would later, but
enough for it to hurt like four or five slaps, and sometimes
with a broom. She was already not good at academics,
and she could not understand how they expected her to
suddenly become perfect. From that time on, the
comparisons began. Every small thing she did was
measured against her brother or even her best friend.
Her best friend used to get marks in the sixties too, not
very high, but still better than her. Her friend’s mother
taught her every single word, every small lesson, while at
home, no one even looked after her. Her mother had to
take care of her little sister, and her father was always
busy with work. He loved her very much, she knew that,
but she did not think he ever had the time to sit with her,
to listen, or to do the things she liked. And that was the
kind of love she grew up around full of expectations,
always distant, never gentle.
Slowlyslowy she started improving she started studying
and started getting good marks that startedcoming at the
4 or 3 position in the class. How did she started studying
the answer was that the fact she did not like was that her
mother used tosaythat “ she cant do anything there is
nothing that she is good at she is this one unwanted
weight that earth is bearing “ and yes she hated those
word more than anything even more the beatings she
used to get. She always wondered that is her mother only
the one who had been facing challenges as all she had
heard from her is “what punishment is god giving me first
I got 2 doughters, second my elder doughter is dump”
hearing this it really makes he question herself that is she
really that dumb also in