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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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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.

“Oh, That was one adventurous and horrible experience your parents

Jacqueline: “Thank you.”

are healthy and alive. I am even

parents went to stay in Moradabad with my maternal Grandparents. We stayed there for 4 years and then came back to stay in

Why did you go back to

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

“Oh. It seems you have gone through a lot Jacqueline. I honestly 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 you. I promise I won’t

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

good now. How about you? What exactly did your

incidents always cuts the deepest. Nevertheless, since Jacqueline had shared

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storms of our life, we understand real people. When I was 2 years old, our 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

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

ping from the phone brought

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

he cannot remember when was the last time someone said

your parent’s relations change

their visits became more frequent and they said

believe they are strong enough to give everything they have to people they

and they will realize it soon. And I hope when that happens you can pick their