LOGINAfter the college entrance exams, my parents finally agree to take me to visit Everleigh Palace in Jatwick. I pack my bags a full month in advance, meticulously drafting a list of every wish I want to make—wishes for my parents, wishes for my siblings, and wishes for Joel Sutton, my childhood friend. The night before our departure, my younger sister, Yvonne Jarrow, suddenly announces that she wants to go to Novenport to see the ocean. My heart sinks. A second later, Dad pulls out his phone and starts changing our tickets. "The weather's been great lately. It's perfect for a seaside vacation," he says excitedly. Mom immediately swaps out her everyday clothes for swimsuits and hats. "The sun down south is brutal. I've got to pack plenty of sunscreen for Yvonne." My older brother, Stefan Jarrow, starts searching for seaside hotels. Without even looking up, he says, "I've been saying there's nothing fun in Jatwick anyway. Compared to Yvonne, Alice doesn't know how to have fun." I turn to Joel, pinning my last remaining hope on him. He once promised he would take me to Everleigh Palace so we could make a wish together at the old fountain. Now, all he does is cancel my flight ticket for me. "Alice, Yvonne means well. She just wants you to have a more enjoyable summer holiday," he says, his voice gentle but firm. He glances at me before adding, "Be sensible. Don't ruin the fun for everyone." Be sensible. I've been hearing those two words for the past 18 years. This time, I don't want to hear it anymore. Without a word, I cancel my flight ticket to Novenport. Instead, I use all my savings to buy a ticket to Jatwick. Days later, I stand before the old fountain at Everleigh Palace and make my wish with all my heart. However, this time, it isn't for anyone else. I make a wish for myself.
View MoreWhat was even more ridiculous was that Yvonne had gotten so used to ordering me around. Without me around, she couldn't even decide what to wear every day. She kept leaving her house keys behind, letting packages pile up by the door, and messing up her college registration paperwork so badly that her academic advisor called her out repeatedly.She was finally getting a taste of what it meant to carry her own weight. However, she would never know how many of her burdens I'd quietly shouldered over the years.…Autumn came early to Jatwick that year.By mid-October, the ginkgo trees lining the streets had turned a brilliant gold. Whenever the wind blew, the leaves came fluttering down with a soft rustle, like a shower of golden rain.I was accepted into the best university in Jatwick. With a scholarship covering part of my expenses, I worked part-time at a coffee shop and managed to save a little money. I wasn't living a luxurious life, but I felt grounded and free.I made new
A belated wave of guilt crashed over Mom, leaving her struggling to breathe. She crouched in my room, clutching the notebook to her chest as she finally broke down and cried.However, it was already too late.By the time the news reached me, I was busy working at the coffee shop. A new coworker smiled and called my name. Behind the counter, the manager gave me a thumbs-up, praising how fast my latte art was improving. I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead and smiled, my eyes crinkling with happiness.When I heard what had happened at home, I merely let out a soft, indifferent "Oh" before turning back to make another latte.Back home, everything had descended into chaos.Dad tried to keep up a tough front, but every night, he sat alone in the living room, staring blankly at his phone. The ashtray was often overflowing with cigarette butts.Mom spent her nights wide awake. She kept scrolling through my profile. Even though she was blocked from seeing my posts, she still c
Stefan did call me once. However, after I left him speechless with that "we're done" line, he spent the next few days in a foul mood.When he went drinking with his friends, he complained bitterly about me. He muttered things like "She's getting too bold," and "She's so ungrateful." After that, he didn't try to contact me again.In their eyes, I had never once defied their wishes in the past 18 years. I'd never once slipped out of their sight. So, where could I possibly go?They assumed I was just wandering around for a few days. Once I ran out of money, I'd come crawling back with my tail between my legs.A week slipped by. I didn't come back, and my phone was still unreachable.Then two weeks passed. My profile picture changed to a street view of Jatwick.I posted an update with the caption, "New life starts now." The photo showed a cup of coffee beside an open book. Then, I blocked every single one of them.Mom started to get restless. She searched through my room and fou
Forget it. I didn't want to think about it anymore.I stayed at the youth hostel for three days. During the day, I went looking for a part-time job. At night, I searched for an apartment online. Little by little, I got everything in order.I found a job quickly at a chain coffee shop. The manager was a woman in her thirties who was direct and efficient. After going through my resume, she nodded."Come in for a trial shift tomorrow," she said briskly. "The probation period is three days, and if you pass, you've got the job."When I stepped out of the coffee shop, the sun was shining brightly over Jatwick. Warm sunlight fell across my skin, and I tilted my head back to look up at the blue sky. Even the air tasted like freedom.Nobody here knew me. No one knew I was the daughter of the Jarrow family, and no one would order me around in that entitled, demanding tone anymore.For the first time, I was completely in charge of my own life.…The afternoon I moved out of the youth host












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