May's eyes wandered around the empty house, the silence suffocating her like a shroud. Her mother's laughter, once the soundtrack of their home, was now a distant memory. The pain of her loss still lingered, a gaping wound that refused to heal. Her father, once a pillar of strength, had crumbled under the weight of his grief. He had remarried just a few months later, and the house had transformed into a cold, unforgiving place.May remembered the day her stepmother had moved in. The sound of suitcases being dragged up the stairs, the smell of unfamiliar perfume, and the feeling of being pushed aside. Her father's love had slowly dwindled, replaced by indifference and neglect. Her stepmother, a woman with a pinched face, had never shown her any kindness. May was treated like a servant, forced to do the household chores and cook meals for the family.As she grew older, May realized that she had to fend for herself. She took up odd jobs, cleaning houses and washing dishes to make ends me
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