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📔Cover Sometimes, you don’t really understand a book until life teaches you the language it was written in. That’s honestly how I felt rereading Purple Hibiscus as an adult. When I first read it, I just saw a strict father, a quiet girl, a nice aunty, and vibes. But rereading it? I saw trauma. I saw emotional suffocation disguised as “order.” I saw a girl who didn’t even know she was carrying anxiety because she thought fear was normal. 📍Image from Pinterest How Stories Por