I stood, wiped my tears, and whispered to the dolls. "In a week, I'm leaving this place. I'm leaving you."The dolls, of course, said nothing.The only sound in the quiet living room was the bathroom faucet dripping.I sank onto the couch and stared at the ceiling. Cobwebs covered it, and gray mold spread through the corners.I'd lived here for two years.When I was first kicked out, my savings only covered the rent.At night, I'd be too hungry to sleep, so I'd turn on the faucet and drink glass after glass of water.All that water left me shivering, so I'd wrap myself in my only thin blanket and sit up all night.But my family wasn't poor.When Maria got sick, she went to the best hospital, and she had fancy steak every week.She loved the piano, so she even had her own music room at home.But when it came to me, Mom and Dad brushed me off."Adele, you've always been independent. We're sure you'll do just fine without us, so we won't give you any money."Once Maria's feeling more stab
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