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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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asked Our servant to hand me to our neighbors. Our Grandparents took me back and we’re trying to make me a child who was not even one-year-old swallow fritters. Mom said I was crying, and hearing my voice she immediately came down and s*****ed me away. She said, my eyes were blood red and my mouth full of fritters and I was unable to breathe. She said she had to stuck fingers in my throat to get that out. That was 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

one adventurous and horrible experience your parents had

Jacqueline: “Thank you.”

healthy and alive. I am even glad

stay in Moradabad with my maternal Grandparents. We stayed

did you go back to

Things were going south for our paternal family. So dad has to come

was stressed and thinking that perhaps I am the most unfortunate person in the world. But you showed me today, maybe everyone

beautiful cage of being taken care of, formed around her heart. Her eyelashes fluttered. It felt good to share her grief with someone. Someone who didn’t hate her, someone who didn’t

How about you? What exactly did your grandparents

him. Remembering those incidents always cuts the deepest. Nevertheless, since Jacqueline had shared her deepest pain, it became

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it was rent for the years they lived

unable to forgive his grandparents, no matter what. The life they had to live there was the worst. Four people sharing a single space with a very limited amount of resources. How many days his father would only have one meal so that they could have the two meals per day. 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

brought

the strongest Remo. I believe it was the experience that made you, so I am not going to

he cannot remember when was the

relations

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

to give everything they have to people they love even if they are aware

they will realize it soon. And I hope when