Broken: winning back her heart

her up. She stretched for a long time, yawning, before jumping to her feet. Glancing at her phone, she realized it was already 6am. N

et. Through the glass, she saw figures inside, sitting at the dining room table, quietly eating their breakfast. Her heart sank

he thought, clenching her fists. The memory of her parents and the house they'd lost still

interrupted her calm. Her telephone. She pick

a moment. I've just woken u

t day it is today. But hey, hello to you too

olled h

r celebrated my birthday. I d

cause I think I'm the first one to wish

ou to do it," she replied, a slight smi

you can't hold a grudge against life. It's your birth

g birthdays. Not when she felt that everything had been taken away from

father's money, while I have to work like a slave to support

r a moment. Then, in a c

ur uncle will let this go. He'll never

ery poor, that you're not used to these sacrifices, but you don't kn

ou can't control everything. You've got to move on. For yourself. For your future. I'll

n them. She didn't want to hear this, but part of her kne

murmured, calmer. I'll give it a

irthday, so you'd better get here as soon as possible, because I've got a

you sing "Happy Birthday", you'll get a kick in th

ch me in the stomach, so I won't sing, I

ready, I'll join you in a fe

house that belonged to her, the inheritance her father had left her before he died. But her uncle, greedy and cruel, had taken possession of eve

f riches and treasures, had become a symbol of pain and injustice. She had often watched the others, through the windows of he

her uncle that she turned, but he left no room for pity. He forced her to work even harder, to do

with age came understanding. She swore to herself that one day, she would do

to eat, then headed for the bathroom. A cold bath to wake up, refresh and prepare for what lay ahead. Once