Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Try this, Grandpa, I made it myself. It’s your favorite dish,” Sabrina immediately interjected.

Wanda echoed, “Just look at Sabrina. She treats you so well.”

“Sabrina, you are such a sweet child, unlike some heartless people who always rile me up,” responded Cesar, taking a morsel and offering a nod of approval. “At this rate, I might perish from sheer frustration.”

Tyrone, the subject of the veiled insult, remained tongue-tied.

“Please, Grandpa, don’t say such things. I wish you a long and healthy life.”

Sabrina’s parents had parted ways when she was a mere toddler. Her mother had, quite frankly, forsaken her, leaving her in her father’s care, never making any effort to see her in the ensuing years.

Her father, perpetually buried in work, initially left her under her grandparents’ care in the countryside. A few years down the line, as her grandparents passed away, her father brought her to Live with him.

sixteen, her father passed away,

Tyrone’s grandparents took her in, provided warmth and

losing her family members consecutively was

good health and

group relished the meal

strived to make Cesar and Wanda’s mealtime enjoyable. They radiated a familial warmth,

the housekeeper standing by remarked, “Ever since Sabrina arrived, Mr. Blakely seems livelier than

Sabrina engaged in a game of chess with

quick grasp made her a formidable opponent. Cesar played with sincerity, taking her seriously as an

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