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I shouted. I sobbed. They continued to be ruthless and composed.
Ultimately, my mother said, “Him or us.”
Despite my trembling voice, I said, “Him.”
I packed a duffle bag as a result.
My education fund was gone the following day. They had drained the account.
My documents were given to me by my father.”Be one if you’re an adult,” he said.
I stayed in that house for two more days.

Even more painful than their words was the quiet.You’re related.”
I packed a duffle bag as a result. clothes. Some books. My toothbrush.
I spent a long time staring at the world I was leaving behind as I stood in my childhood room.
After that, I departed.
The stench of laundry and onions filled the little, dilapidated home where his parents resided. Without without asking, his mother opened the door and noticed the luggage.
I discovered ways to assist him in getting out of bed.”Baby, come in,” she said. “You’re family.”
On the threshold, I started crying.
From nothing, we created a new life.
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