Trish’s POV:“Mom, where are you going?” I asked my mom who stood beside the red car she loved so much.She looked down at me, as if just realizing that she had a child. “Uh… a business trip, love.”“I want to come with.”“You can’t.” She said harshly, frowning down at me. “I’ll be back soon, don’t worry.” She added and even though I was very young, I knew she wasn’t telling the truth.I began to cry but she quickly hushed me before moving me away from the car, stepping inside and driving away from our big house. That was the last I saw mother.I stood there, just outside the door to my father’s mansion, a mere six years old girl and cried till a maid came over and ushered me inside.That was how my life had been growing up. Before my mom left, my dad was never around, and I thought to myself that perhaps that was the reason why she’d left. She could not stand being so alone, but then I’d ask myself why she hadn’t gone with me, why she’d left me to suffer alone.Things got better afte
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