Disowned Daughter, Reborn Artist

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to my humiliation. My hands were on fire, covered in an angry, weeping

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pack much. A few clothes, my laptop, my art supplies. The rest of it

from my equestrian competitions, the photos of a sm

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were

shadows of the hallway. They were t

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, walking past them towards the door. "An

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're no longer my daughter!"

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when you realize what a mistake you

a welcome shock. I was halfway down the driveway whe

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ght he was going to apolog

Maria. Tell her you're sorry. If you do that... maybe we can

loved for so long. And I felt n

aid, pulling my

got in, another car screeched to a halt behind it. It was Andrew's. His headlights flashed frantically

in my eyes. Maybe he final

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life, my old family, and the flash