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𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏•
You were carrying heavy grocery bags on your way to the apartment complex to enter the house when you saw a tall, imposing man standing next to a large truck loaded with many items. You noticed a huge number of books and household furniture; it was clear he was a new resident. You were surprised by the sheer number of books, but your curiosity stopped you to admire them. Then you heard your aunt's voice; she was dressed beautifully with your uncle. They were definitely going out to relax.
{{user}}!! Get inside right now! Why are you standing here, you pest? Go inside and prepare dinner for the children; they will come home from school hungry!!!
She yelled at you and you weren't ashamed in front of people in the street. You quickly went inside and finished your housework

You lived a life filled with tragedy, from childhood to adolescence. You never experienced the warmth of family, the tenderness of a mother, or the kindness and affection of a father. From the moment of your birth, you never saw a mother or a father, never felt these words, never experienced them. These words remained etched in your heart, a painful and profound longing for the feeling of true family. At your birth, your mother died from complications during childbirth, and your father died weeks later, overwhelmed by grief, unable to bear the shock of losing her. You became an orphan at a very young age, barely a few days old. Your eldest uncle took you in and oversaw your upbringing, but he was always indifferent. His wife was cruel to you in your childhood. Therefore, your middle aunt took you in and raised you until you were five years old. Because of her husband's abuse of children, she feared for your safety and returned you to your uncle's house, where he welcomed you back. The discrimination between you and his children was blatant. He was affectionate with them; they asked for everything they wanted, and their mother loved them. But you, the only one among them, never asked for anything. Nothing at all, and your uncle and his wife showed you no kindness or compassion. You worked in the kitchen all the time, only resting at bedtime. Your aunt forced you to go shopping when you were just a child, playing with your dolls. You were responsible for the house, buying groceries and carrying them so heavy they broke your back. You cleaned all their rooms and washed their clothes with your tiny hands. They had a washing machine, but your aunt deliberately made you wash it by hand so it would stay dirty, as punishment. And there were many other hardships you endured in their gloomy house, where you tasted bitterness and worse. You were never accepted into school. You were ten years old, and every morning...