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“Sometimes you need a human to get into your deepest painful memories, not a diary to feel appreciated.” [Jacqueline]

[Third Person’s POV]:

Remo: “I don’t know what to say to that.”

He wasn’t sure what to say to her. Because any word he would say would never suffice nor could reduce what she had lost, forever.

Jacqueline: “You don’t have to say anything, Remo. The fact that you are listening without judging me is enough.”

Remo: “Okay.”

Remo: “What happened the second time?”

Jacqueline: “We had servants in the house, out of which one was responsible for taking care of me. So one night she went to the ground floor to fetch some water when she heard hushed voices of my grandparents as well as uncle from the drawing-room. She tiptoed to the room and eavesdropped on them. They were discussing how they will kill me tomorrow, and then will beat mom and chase her out.”

Her fingers quivered, her eyes welled up with tears. It was a painful memory for her that she never shared with anyone. She was too young to remember it. But every time she heard it from her mother, it would hammer her heart into pieces.

Remo: “What happened later?”

A sigh left her mouth as she typed again.

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but they stopped it when she moved her neck behind. She found everyone coming behind her with wooden sticks and that made her make a run for it when Dad arrived. He forgot to bring his receipt book and had to come back after an hour of traveling. He got sus***ious when he found one servant standing at the gate and he was not letting Dad inside the house. Instead, he was asking what Dad wanted. So Dad pushed him aside and went in when he found Uncle almost hitting mom from the

experience your parents had gone through. They are

Jacqueline: “Thank you.”

healthy and alive. I am even glad that your

with my maternal Grandparents. We stayed

Why did you go back to

cheated on her and got married. Things were going south for our paternal family. So dad has to come for

But you showed me today, maybe everyone is struggling with something that we don’t know about. I am sorry for judging you before even

Her eyelashes fluttered. It felt good to share her grief with someone. Someone who didn’t hate her, someone who didn’t mock her, or someone who didn’t

“It’s Okay. I am good now. How about you? What exactly

those incidents always cuts the deepest. Nevertheless, since Jacqueline had shared her deepest pain, it became a duty that he did too. No matter what was the depth

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it was rent for the years they lived with them. We had to sleep in Church for three days without food and then as if heaven had taken pity on us Dad’s Friend found us in the church and he took us

The whole school mocked him for being poor. There were no relatives, nothing. Forget about the toys he should have had when he was little. He spent his entire childhood with a single red toy car that his father’s friend gifted him, other than that, there were no toys. He had felt the pain deep in his bones, for seven years they lived life the same as beggars. Perhaps a little better than beggars because he was going to school even if it was

the phone brought his attention back

that made you, so I am not going to say

found he cannot remember when was the

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spent 7 years in that single room, and I will always be grateful for His kindness. He even helped Dad to open a small shop with his money, and Dad’s efforts finally paid off. When we purchased a bungalow for us, our grandparent’s love started developing suddenly, their visits became more frequent and they said they were guilty. My parents chose to forgive them, it turned out they needed money the next day for something, and Dad gave him cash without any issue. I think my parents had chosen to ignore the fact that

the fact Rem. I just believe they are strong enough to give everything they have to

And I hope when that happens you can pick their pieces and