Love Lost, Life Reclaimed
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y noise. "If it wasn't for my sacrifice
hat she' d given my colle
s of scholarships, working dead-end jobs, meticulousl
," my aunt, her sister, added with a sneer. "Lo
tance letter in hand. "There's a family emergency," my mother had said. "Kyl
my entire life' s savings for my own
rty, designer suit, wealthy wife,
just paying the bills for a small apartment I shared with a
e," I heard my mother tell a neig
The anniversary cake I bought with my overtime pay, a s
ed to th
ieked, rushing over, not to me, but to the mes
a mask of disappointment. "
judging me. My aun
on't need this cheap junk," my father said, not even looking a
uture, something inside me finally broke. The buried resentmen
going to t
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