{"id":4380,"date":"2026-01-27T22:32:10","date_gmt":"2026-01-27T22:32:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/factznews.xyz\/?p=4380"},"modified":"2026-01-27T22:32:10","modified_gmt":"2026-01-27T22:32:10","slug":"4380","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/factznews.xyz\/?p=4380","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>At home, my mother scrubbed her hands until her knuckles cracked. She always asked, \u201cDid you have a good day?\u201d I always lied. \u201cIt was fine.\u201d She let out a tired breath, like she was exhaling a week\u2019s worth of fear, and she smiled. I carried those lies like stones in my pockets.<\/p>\n<p>Something changed in tenth grade. It began with numbers on a page. I discovered the pleasure of solving equations that did not judge me. Math cared only for the right answer. Physics did not whisper behind my back. I stayed after class so frequently that the janitors learned my name.<\/p>\n<p>One autumn afternoon, while I worked through problems two chapters ahead, a voice startled me. \u201cThose integrals are meant for next semester.\u201d I looked up. A man with graying hair and round glasses stood over my desk. His tie was crooked and his shirt sleeves were rolled to the elbows. \u201cI am Mr. Pembry,\u201d he said, offering a hand. \u201cYou can call me Colin if you like, but not during class.\u201d He tilted his head, reviewing my work. \u201cDid someone teach you this, or did you teach yourself?\u201d<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/factznews.xyz\/?p=4378\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-2126 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/factznews.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/comntinue-reading-3.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"905\" height=\"225\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At home, my mother scrubbed her hands until her knuckles cracked. She always asked, \u201cDid you have a good day?\u201d I always lied. \u201cIt was fine.\u201d She let out a tired breath, like she was exhaling a week\u2019s worth of fear, and she smiled. I carried those lies like stones in my pockets. Something changed &#8230; <a title=\"\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/factznews.xyz\/?p=4380\" aria-label=\"Read more about \">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4380","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-latest"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/factznews.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4380","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/factznews.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/factznews.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/factznews.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/factznews.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4380"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/factznews.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4380\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4388,"href":"https:\/\/factznews.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4380\/revisions\/4388"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/factznews.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4380"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/factznews.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4380"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/factznews.xyz\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4380"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}