Once the money hit my account, I bought a house and moved my parents all the way from their hometown over a thousand miles away to live with me.Life slowly returned to calm.In my free time, I'd take my parents and my best friend on little trips to nearby cities. Sometimes, on a whim, I'd pack a bag and leave for somewhere new without any plan at all.I was finally living the life I used to imagine for myself.One day, my mom looked at me with a soft sigh."I was so afraid you wouldn't be able to move on," she said. "But thank God. The hard days are behind you now."I smiled and didn't say anything.In those dark days—those nights when I cried until I couldn't cry anymore—I fell apart more times than I could count.Over and over, I asked myself: Was it because I wasn't good enough? Is that why it ended like this?My hair fell out in clumps. I lost so much weight.Then one day, I happened to come across a photo of myself from high school graduation.The girl in the picture w
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