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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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when her patience broke and she took me to the first floor but they started screaming behind her. She tried to lock the door but they stopped it when she moved her neck behind. She found everyone coming behind her with wooden sticks and that made her make

and horrible experience your parents

Jacqueline: “Thank you.”

why, but I am happy that you are healthy and alive. I am even glad that your parents protected you with

Grandparents. We stayed there for 4 years and then came

“Oh. Why did you go back to

on her and got married. Things were going south for our paternal

the world. 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 knowing anything about you. I promise I won’t ever

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

good now. How about

had shared her deepest pain, it became a duty that he did too.

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money my dad used to earn at that time claiming that 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 to his home, where

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 for free. He wouldn’t have such an unpleasant childhood if his grandparents had shown a little kindness to his family. His father wasn’t a vain man, but he was blinded by his parents. He was an employed

brought

I believe it was the experience that made you, so I am not going to say

fixated on her text. He found he cannot remember when was the last time someone said something so heart-touching

your parent’s relations change with

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

“I don’t think they have ignored the fact Rem. I just believe they are strong enough to give everything they have to

though, and they will realize it soon. And I hope when that happens