~Carolina~ On a bright Friday morning, I went out in search of a job. After an unsuccessful hunt, I returned home in the evening and found my mother, Lilian Edmond, waiting at the front door. "Carolina, you are a 26-year-old woman. Yet, you have no work or boyfriend. You cannot continue to eat in this house with us. Take your things and get out!" my mother shouted, blocking the entrance. "Mom, good evening," I greeted her, but she refused to answer. Mom was a 48-year-old, light-skinned woman of average height. She had striking blonde hair like me, and she wore a blue dress, while I wore a faded brown top, an old skirt, and a black pair of shoes, carrying a brown bag. "Carolina, you are not entering this house today. Go back and look for a job. If you do not find one, do not come home again. If your father and I had known that sending you to the university was a waste, we wouldn't have spent our money; we would have saved it for your younger siblings. How do you expect us to conti
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