REVENGE of the RAGDOLL TRILLIONAIRE

got inside the car. My mind was totally lost, completely lost in memory and bringing me back

child that none cared much about, no one gave much attention to. I was

of her eye as she frequently says. She often boasts to others that Peter was the best. In my mother's eyes, Peter was exceptional. He was her pride and glory, her most handsome prince. Father's favorite was my

igh ranks in sports and school activities, I always remained on the sidelines. No one cared, no one even bothered to appreciate. No matter how I tried to please them, did everything I could with

hey would go to the extent of snubbing me as if I wasn't part of the circle. Mother, on the other hand, wasn't much of a difference. She would contact or call me if something was important, but aside from that, nothing else. With Pamela,

n this paralyzing emotion? Sadness perhaps or anxiety? As a daughter, I should be feeling anxious knowing that my father has a bullet inside his body and unc

, even part of my adulthood, I don't think the pain and hurt of my past would ever be removed. The pain of rejection, first by my family, then with my husband and in-laws

my father at the information desk, my heart beats radically with

ht. He will get through

een separated through the years, but his affection towards my daughter was priceless and beyond belief

out as a way to greet the

cken with blood. Peter's eyes were dry and void of any emotions, but you could still see his feeli

you wouldn't care" Peter nonchalantl

her?" I disregarded Peter's sarcasm,

me. I called the ambulance right away and we brought him here. The doctor said that a bullet hit his left lung

mehow ease her worries and anxiety, but I didn't think my touch

man. He will get through with it" I replied, hoping that my

eter immediately rushed towards him while I stayed seated and just looked their way. I'm pretty much sure that my presence

e very last time. He tells Peter something and the latter simply nods. Then even before he was taken inside the emerg

ait for the two. And after countless hours, the long wait finally concluded when th

t my father didn't make it. My mother senses the same thing, and so is Peter. She started to hiccup as her body started to tremble uncontrollably while

revive him, but we couldn't save him. Unfortunately, the patient's gone. I

Peter catches her before she falls and both of them drop to their knees as they wail in extreme anguish. Both of them are crying for their loss. The sound emanating from the hallway wa

still my father's daughter. But the more I searched for that feeling inside of me, the more that I couldn't find any. As much

ast, someone that I just knew by his name. I felt nothing but numbness inside and out, insensitive and deprived of

come to face her again. Pamela will be back. My older sister, who h

after six years, to look her in the eyes and