{"id":2576,"date":"2025-12-04T09:23:53","date_gmt":"2025-12-04T09:23:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576"},"modified":"2025-12-04T09:23:53","modified_gmt":"2025-12-04T09:23:53","slug":"dont-you-dare-tell-them-what-really-happened-en-buried-pain-and-recorded-proof","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576","title":{"rendered":"\u201cDon\u2019t you dare tell them what really happened.\u201d EN: Buried Pain and Recorded Proof:"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cDon\u2019t you dare tell them what really happened.\u201d
EN: Buried Pain and Recorded Proof: How One Family\u2019s Secrets Collapsed Under the Weight of a Single Video
The sound of my own body hitting the floor was the first thing I remember\u2014and the last thing I expected to survive.

Moments before, I had been standing in the kitchen of our house in Tacoma, arguing with my brother, Dylan, about something stupid. Then came the shove. The impact. The shock. My parents rushed in and defended him immediately, convincing themselves I\u2019d slipped. And I almost believed they would get away with it\u2014until my phone buzzed with an alert. The baby monitor in the other room had recorded everything.

But that wasn\u2019t the end. It was only the beginning.

Two weeks later, on a rainy Thursday afternoon, I found myself falling again\u2014this time down the service stairwell of St. Vincent Medical Center, where I worked part-time. One push. One moment of white-hot pain. One familiar voice saying the words I would never forget:

\u201cYou deserved it.\u201d

My sister, Emma Lancaster, stood a few steps above me, face still twisted with the anger she\u2019d carried into the hospital. I lay sprawled on the cold tiles, pain sparking from my shoulder to my ribs, unable to breathe, unable to move, unable to speak.

Mom and Dad rushed down the stairs seconds later.

\u201cAva, sweetie\u2014oh God\u2014Ava!\u201d Dad shouted, dropping to his knees beside me.

Emma trembled convincingly, putting on her performance.
\u201cShe slipped\u2026 I tried to grab her.\u201d

Mom nodded at once, clinging to the explanation like it was oxygen. \u201cYes. It was an accident. Of course it was.\u201d

My vision blurred. I tried to choke out the truth, but the agony locked my chest.

And then\u2014quietly\u2014another voice entered the scene.

From the top of the stairs, Nora Alvarez, the head nurse, stood frozen with her clipboard. What Emma didn\u2019t know\u2014but fate did\u2014was that the hospital had rolled out a new safety protocol. The moment Nora heard raised voices in the hallway, her badge-mounted camera automatically began buffering footage. When she saw Emma\u2019s hands shove me, she pressed the record button.

A tiny red light glowed.

She had everything.

As Dad called for a gurney and Mom wrapped her arms around a trembling, lying Emma, Nora stepped back, eyes narrowing.

\u201cThis is going to change everything,\u201d she whispered.

But none of us knew how much it would change\u2014or how many secrets were about to surface..<\/p>\n

Pain blurred the next several hours into fragments: the paramedics\u2019 gloved hands lifting me onto the gurney, the metallic hum of hospital doors sliding open, the sting of antiseptic, the radiologist gently adjusting my broken arm. But beneath\u00a0the fog of medication, a single thought pulsed steadily:<\/div>\n
Nora saw it. Nora recorded it.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
By the time I woke fully, it was close to midnight. The room was dim except for the low glow of the vitals monitor. Dad snored softly in one chair; Mom sat rigid in the other, scrolling her phone, probably crafting the story she wanted others to believe. Emma was nowhere in sight.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
A soft knock came at the door.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Nora stepped inside, closing it gently. Her expression was calm, but her eyes held a tension that rippled through the air.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cAva,\u201d she whispered. \u201cHow do you feel?\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cLike someone threw me down a flight of stairs,\u201d I said hoarsely.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
She hesitated. \u201cI need to tell you something. Something important.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I nodded, heart pounding.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
She reached into her pocket and pulled out her badge. On the front, the tiny lens glinted under the fluorescent light.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cMy camera recorded your fall,\u201d she said. \u201cIt recorded your sister pushing you.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Dad stirred in the chair, but didn\u2019t wake. Mom looked up sharply.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d she snapped. \u201cMy daughters were alone. No one saw anything.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Nora didn\u2019t flinch. \u201cThe hospital\u2019s new conflict-response protocol requires staff cameras to begin buffering footage when loud or distressed voices are detected. I was in the hallway when I heard your daughters arguing. Once I realized something was wrong, I activated the full recording.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Mom\u2019s lips tightened. \u201cTurn that off. This is a family matter.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t,\u201d Nora replied. \u201cA suspected assault on hospital property is a mandatory-report event.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The words hung in the air like a detonated charge.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Mom stood, shaking with anger. \u201cAssault? My daughter would never\u2014\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cShe would,\u201d I croaked, cutting her off. \u201cShe did. And you know it.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
For a moment, Mom\u2019s fa\u00e7ade cracked. Something darkened in her eyes\u2014not confusion, not fear. Recognition. Something she already knew, or had chosen not to know.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Nora stepped closer to me. \u201cAva, the footage is being uploaded to the hospital security server. Administration will review it in the morning. But before that happens, I need to tell you something else.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
My stomach twisted. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cBefore the push,\u201d she whispered, \u201cthe camera captured more. Your sister said something\u2014something I don\u2019t think she intended anyone to hear.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Mom went pale.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d I asked.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Nora took a breath. \u201cShe said, \u2018She deserved it\u2026 just like last time.\u2019\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The room froze.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Mom\u2019s face drained of color, then flushed with furious red.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Dad jolted awake. \u201cWhat the hell does that mean?\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Mom opened her mouth to stop Nora\u2014but the nurse stepped back, refusing to be silenced.<\/div>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s more,\u201d she continued. \u201cAfter Emma pushed you, she didn\u2019t look shocked. She looked\u2026 practiced.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
The air thinned around us.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cAll of this will come out tomorrow,\u201d Nora finished. \u201cThe administration will call the police. You\u2019ll all be interviewed.\u201d She paused. \u201cAva\u2026 you should prepare yourself. That footage suggests this wasn\u2019t the first time your family hurt you.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
My pulse hammered.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
If Emma had been violent before\u2026<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
If Mom already knew\u2026<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
If Nora believed there had been a pattern<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\n
\n
The next morning began with a knock that shook the room harder than any nightmare. Two hospital administrators walked in, followed by a security officer. Behind them: Detective Samuel Pierce from Tacoma PD.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
Nora stood beside him, arms crossed, gaze steady.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\u201cAva Lancaster?\u201d the detective asked.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I whispered.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\u201cWe\u2019ve reviewed preliminary footage from the incident yesterday. There is clear evidence of an intentional push.\u201d His eyes shifted to my mother. \u201cAnd evidence suggesting prior unreported incidents.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
Mom stiffened. Dad looked like someone had punched him in the chest.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll be interviewing all parties today,\u201d the detective continued. \u201cYour sister is already in custody.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
The words hit like an electric shock.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\u201cCustody?\u201d Dad whispered. \u201cBut\u2014she said it was an accident.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\u201cThe footage contradicts that,\u201d the detective said plainly.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
Mom lunged forward. \u201cYou don\u2019t understand\u2014Emma has been under stress\u2014Ava exaggerates\u2014our family doesn\u2019t need police involvement\u2014\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\u201cMrs. Lancaster,\u201d he cut in. \u201cYour daughter admitted on camera that she had done something similar before. We need to determine the extent.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
Mom froze.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Not shocked.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Cornered.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
That was the moment everything clicked\u2014the years of unexplained bruises, the constant gaslighting, the way my parents always smoothed things over when Dylan or Emma lashed out. I had believed it was normal. That I was clumsy. Emotional. Overreacting.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
But I hadn\u2019t been the problem.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
My family had.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
The interviews lasted hours. I told the truth\u2014every moment I could remember. Nora stayed outside the room, waiting for me each time I emerged. She was the only person who looked at me without judgment, without calculation. Just concern.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
When the detective finished, he nodded sympathetically.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\u201cYou did the right thing speaking up. We\u2019ll be charging Emma with assault\u2014possibly aggravated assault depending on medical reports.\u201d He hesitated. \u201cAnd we may pursue charges regarding earlier incidents.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
Mom was escorted out moments later, still arguing, still denying\u2014but her voice cracked with something more than panic.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
Guilt.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
Dad stayed behind. When he sat at the edge of my hospital bed, he looked older than I had ever seen him.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\u201cAva,\u201d he whispered, \u201cI\u2019m so sorry. I should\u2019ve seen this. I should\u2019ve stopped it.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
For the first time in years, I believed him.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not too late,\u201d I said softly.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
He took my hand. \u201cI\u2019ll testify. Whatever you need.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
Weeks passed. My bones healed slowly. My trust even slower. But change\u2014real change\u2014had begun.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
Emma accepted a plea deal and was ordered into a long-term rehabilitation and anger-management program. Dylan was questioned, and though no charges were filed for the earlier incident, the investigation forced him to confront his actions. He later reached out with a real apology\u2014not perfect, but honest.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
Mom\u2026 left for a while. Therapy was required, and she took it. Our relationship would never be what it once was, but for the first time, she wasn\u2019t pretending nothing had happened.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
Dad became my anchor, attending every appointment, showing up in ways he never had before.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
And Nora?<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
She became a friend. A real one.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\u201cYou saved my life,\u201d I told her one afternoon.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
She smiled softly. \u201cYou saved your own. I just pressed a button.\u201d<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
But it wasn\u2019t true.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Her bravery changed everything.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Her voice\u2014when mine was broken\u2014carried the truth forward.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
On a warm spring morning, I walked out of St. Vincent Medical Center for the last time as a patient. The sky was clear. My ribs no longer ached. My steps were steady.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
For the first time in years, I felt something unfamiliar:<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
Freedom.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
And underneath it, something even stronger\u2014<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
The certainty that what had once broken me would no longer define me.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
I had survived my family.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I had uncovered the truth.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
And now, finally, I could begin the life I deserved.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201cDon\u2019t you dare tell them what really happened.\u201dEN: Buried Pain and Recorded Proof: How One Family\u2019s Secrets Collapsed Under the Weight of a Single VideoThe sound of my own body hitting the floor was the first thing I remember\u2014and the last thing I expected to survive.Moments before, I had been standing in the kitchen of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":2577,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2576","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-purpose"],"yoast_head":"\n\u201cDon\u2019t you dare tell them what really happened.\u201d EN: Buried Pain and Recorded Proof: - Purposeful Days<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"\u201cDon\u2019t you dare tell them what really happened.\u201d EN: Buried Pain and Recorded Proof: - Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"\u201cDon\u2019t you dare tell them what really happened.\u201dEN: Buried Pain and Recorded Proof: How One Family\u2019s Secrets Collapsed Under the Weight of a Single VideoThe sound of my own body hitting the floor was the first thing I remember\u2014and the last thing I expected to survive.Moments before, I had been standing in the kitchen of […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2025-12-04T09:23:53+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/1-89.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"Phong Nguyen\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"Phong Nguyen\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"8 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576\",\"name\":\"\u201cDon\u2019t you dare tell them what really happened.\u201d EN: Buried Pain and Recorded Proof: - Purposeful Days\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/1-89.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2025-12-04T09:23:53+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/1-89.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/1-89.jpg\",\"width\":1000,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"\u201cDon\u2019t you dare tell them what really happened.\u201d EN: Buried Pain and Recorded Proof:\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\",\"name\":\"Purposeful Days\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951\",\"name\":\"Phong Nguyen\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"Phong Nguyen\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=3\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"\u201cDon\u2019t you dare tell them what really happened.\u201d EN: Buried Pain and Recorded Proof: - Purposeful Days","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"\u201cDon\u2019t you dare tell them what really happened.\u201d EN: Buried Pain and Recorded Proof: - Purposeful Days","og_description":"\u201cDon\u2019t you dare tell them what really happened.\u201dEN: Buried Pain and Recorded Proof: How One Family\u2019s Secrets Collapsed Under the Weight of a Single VideoThe sound of my own body hitting the floor was the first thing I remember\u2014and the last thing I expected to survive.Moments before, I had been standing in the kitchen of […]","og_url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576","og_site_name":"Purposeful Days","article_published_time":"2025-12-04T09:23:53+00:00","og_image":[{"width":1000,"height":1000,"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/1-89.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"Phong Nguyen","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"Phong Nguyen","Est. reading time":"8 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576","name":"\u201cDon\u2019t you dare tell them what really happened.\u201d EN: Buried Pain and Recorded Proof: - Purposeful Days","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/1-89.jpg","datePublished":"2025-12-04T09:23:53+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/1-89.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/1-89.jpg","width":1000,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=2576#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"\u201cDon\u2019t you dare tell them what really happened.\u201d EN: Buried Pain and Recorded Proof:"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/","name":"Purposeful Days","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/4bbf0aec017fee1fb5027b7c39e98951","name":"Phong Nguyen","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/9e2b64a6c1ed5f8027bfe6755272684b8d3b9607a7de613d6bdb22d00442333c?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"Phong Nguyen"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org"],"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=3"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2576","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2576"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2576\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2578,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2576\/revisions\/2578"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2577"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2576"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2576"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2576"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}