Penelope, my little sister who had once been showered with affection, became the most unwanted person in the family.Mom lay in the hospital waiting to die, while Dad remained confined to a psychiatric facility, lost in his delusions.Our relatives circled the family fortune like vultures, yet none of them genuinely wanted to take custody of the spoiled child.They even whispered behind her back.“That girl must be cursed. Her brother is dead, and now both of her parents are gone too.”“Who would dare take her in? She brings disaster wherever she goes.” Eventually, Child Protective Services intervened.With no legal guardian available, Mom too ill to manage the estate, and our relatives fighting over control of the family assets, Penelope was placed in foster care.On the day she was taken away, Penelope cried for Mom, Dad, and even me.No one came for her.Her expensive Gucci outfit was stained and dirty. She still clutched her gaming console, but there was no longer anyon
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