MOON I was born into generational wealth but my parents died in a plane crash when I was only ten years old. My uncle, Edmund Alexander and his wife, Bethany, got custody of me, as well as access to everything my parents had left behind. They took me in, fed me, made sure I had a bed and a warm place to sleep.But sometimes I wish I hadn't survived that plane crash while my parents burned to death.If I'd died with them, maybe...just maybe..."Moon!" My uncle's fists slammed down on the dining table, his soup spilling and soaking the tablecloth. Spittle from his mouth landed on my face, and I fought the urge to flinch, wipe my face and create more distance between us. His face was contorted with anger, teeth audibly gnashing against one another.My aunt sat beside him. And my cousins beside her.They all had the same look on their faces—one I wished wasn't so familiar to me in that moment."Why must you always argue? What value have you brought to this family that makes you think you
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