FEYRE I was asleep. Or at least, I thought I was. My body was exhausted, but my mind wouldn’t rest, and when I finally drifted off, it wasn’t peaceful. I was dreaming. It felt too real. I saw myself as a child again, small and hopeful, standing in front of strangers who were smiling at me like they already owned me. A couple had come to adopt me. I remembered how happy I was that day, how I thought that was finally it, that I had found a home. But not long after they took me in, the woman got pregnant. Everything changed after that. The moment they had their own child, I stopped mattering. They didn’t want me anymore. So they sent me back. Just like that. I wasn’t abandoned once. I was abandoned again and again. Even before that, my real parents had already given me up. And after that, every year, new people would come, asking for tests, asking questions, making me believe there was still a chance. Every time, I waited. Every time, I hoped. And every time, I was di
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