{NYRA}How on earth was she here? Of all places.She was here.“Mom, what’re you doing here? Are you stalking me?” My brows furrowed at her in disbelief.“Hi, sweetie,” my mom smiled. She was still as beautiful as ever.Her carbon copy—that was what everyone called me.“I’m alright, Mom.” I stared at her like a ghost had appeared, dragging back memories I had buried.“Or you want to make me feel less of myself—just like always. Just like father.”The memories crawled in again.Although she had begged for my survival, it never erased the hurt they both inflicted.Mentally. Emotionally. Psychologically.They clung to my skin like poison.She scoffed. “Believe me, sweetie. We know your father isn’t better in that area.”“I’m a pro at that,” she whispered. “Besides, I wasn't stalking you. I came to get something.”I wasn’t supposed to feel hurt anymore—yet I remembered where he had slapped her. A red mark on her cheek.Now gone.“Was he always hitting you, Mom?” The words slipped out.“Ho
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