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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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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

one adventurous and horrible experience your parents had gone through. They

Jacqueline: “Thank you.”

am happy that you are healthy and alive. I am even glad that

stayed there

“Oh. Why did you go back to

on her and got married. Things were going

that perhaps I am the most unfortunate person in 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

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 mock her, or someone who didn’t believe she was too sentimental. And the most precious thing about it was that she shared it

Okay. I am good now. How about you? What exactly did your

topic for him. Remembering 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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grandparents chased us out of their homes for no reason. He even s*****ed the 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

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

phone brought his attention back

the worst are the strongest Remo. I believe it was the experience that made you, so I am not going to say sorry to you for something that made

He found he cannot remember when was the last time

did your parent’s relations change with your

grandparent’s love started developing suddenly, their visits became more frequent and they

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

And I hope when that happens you can pick