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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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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 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 back with the wooden stick. Dad stopped him but ended up getting beaten by his younger brother, Mom’s clothes were ripped by them and neighbors helped her to cover. Daddy wanted to register a case against his family, but mom refused to say they

“Oh, That was one adventurous and horrible experience

Jacqueline: “Thank you.”

healthy and alive. I am even glad that your parents protected you with her life. Where did your parents stay

“My parents went to stay in Moradabad with my maternal Grandparents. We stayed there

Why did you go

Things were going south

admire you, here I was stressed and thinking 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

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

now. How about you?

Jacqueline had shared her deepest pain, it became

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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 we

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 man but all his salary was given to his parents. In the end, his father’s blind love had

ping from the phone brought his

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

her text. He found he cannot remember when was the

did your parent’s relations change

us, our grandparent’s love started developing suddenly, their visits

they are strong enough to give everything they have to

it soon. And I hope when that happens you can pick their