The group chat that had just fallen silent instantly came back to life.My father, John Samson, said, "Brenda really knows how to handle things. Anna, you should learn from her."My mother, Lydia Stone, added, "Exactly. You're the older one, but you still don't measure up to Brenda. You really need to reflect on yourself."Ronald jeered, "If you're going to apologize, do it right. Stop pretending you didn't know. Some people really are rotten to the core."Faced with their insults, I didn't cry or try to explain myself like I used to, and I didn't start an argument either. This had happened far too many times over the years. No matter what I said, they would never believe me, so speaking up felt pointless.I muted the chat, unpinned it, and said nothing more. After that grueling day, my wounds started to heal bit by bit.The hospital days were quiet. While other rooms were full of visitors, mine was almost deserted. A few friends came by now and then, but everyone had their own p
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