was completely lost, caught between the crushing memory of the prison cell and the impossible reality of
ding gesture. His eyes were wide and watery, a look he
me look he' d given
schools in the city are the only way to get into a good college. If we stay here i
sentence. He meant he' d end u
his ambition as a reflection of my own hopes. I had felt a surge of
me words, all I felt was
. The man who would watch me get dragged away to prison without a flicker of emotion. The man who built his
ll so he could have the best of everything. I remembered the pride on his face when he showed me his first tech gadget, a gadget bought wit
about achievement; it was about escaping his humble origins at any cost. I wasn't his mother; I was his
ger a fresh, bleeding wound. It had
" I
ng in the air between us with
d expression faltering for a se
looked him straight in the eye, seeing the flicker of irritatio
eplaced by a cold, calculating teenager. "Why n
e was used to. "This is my life, and I' m not uprooting it. If you wan
r I had seen on graduation day. It was shocking how quic
venom. "I don' t need you anyway. I' ll
ent, slamming the door so hard that a cheap picture
se of peace settling over me. The cycle was broken. The future w
this time, I would be t
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