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I screamed at her , my temper getting the best of me “ I’m your daughter! The girl you are supposed to love but you don’t because you can’t because you only want to love someone who is perfect ! “I looked at her my voice cracking “ But you know what mum , I can’t be perfect daughter , just like you can’t be a perfect mother . Since you cannot accept me just the way I’m , I don’t see the point of staying with you in one house and adding misery to each others life “ “ You honestly ! I’m tired of being pointed at ! You think I’m at fault ? You want to blame me ? Sure go ahead ! But let me tell you , you can keep your head buried in the sand like an ostrich ignoring all your flaws but when Jaco

If Victoria wanted to let her child be branded illegitimate and she wanted to be a mistress, why should I stand in her way? Let’s see who could outlast whom. However, Ethan and Victoria must have had underdeveloped brains, because on the day we were supposed to collect the divorce papers, Ethan didn’t show up. His phone was switched off. Instead, Victoria called me, her voice dripping with mockery, "Ethan built this company with his own hands. How can some people be so shameless?"

He suddenly said, "Also, I didn't want Teddy to call that woman 'Mommy'. After some time, I think he finally understood why… He might even have thought that she was his stepmother or something." So, every time Austin scolded Theo afterward, he would always cry and say that things would never have been this way if only his mother were here. I was speechless. Theo was certainly a brat who even knew how to manipulate his father now. He still needed to be disciplined. The next day, I finally managed to sleep in and woke up late. It was noon by the time I opened my eyes. I turned to the side and saw Austin still looking at me the same way he'd been staring at me all night.

I charged into the middle of the road and spread my arms wide. Tires screeched against the road as the car slammed to a halt less than a foot from me. The driver rolled down the window, leaned out, and yelled at me. “Are you trying to get yourself killed? Have you lost your mind—” “Please!” I pleaded as I rushed forward. “My daughter’s dying! Please help me get her to a hospital!” I turned so he could see Luna, who was in my arms. Her breathing was labored. The driver abruptly stopped yelling at me.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

What I won't give to wear one of those over my eyes right about now. The night seems endless and I am pretty sure I didn't sleep a wink. The owl next door sang his hoots all night. The bats caught their moths, and I wish I were one of them. Hanging upside down to sleep in a secret place hidden from judgment. But I will never sleep, especially during the day when Model Perfect calls my name. Model Perfect is like a siren who called to me, and my parents jumped for joy at the opportunity. Maybe I never truly wanted to learn how to model. But my parents, God bless them, making big decisions on my behalf. It's what they've always done and what they will always do. They are the absent decision-ma

It's too early for her; maybe she could wait for a couple= "Mom! I got this, don't worry." I got this; trust me." I am ready. I have been born ready for this; it's in my blood. I know you trained me."Besides, nothing will happen to me. I know you got me for if it does." You won't have anything bad happen to me anyway," I told them, a smug grin on my face.

MADDIE’S POINT OF VIEW My parents have always had a plan of how my life would go. They had every single thing figured out for me. Even before I was born they knew what I would be, they already had their plans for my life all I had to do, the only choice I ever had in the matter really is to follow their plan. Step in line, do what they want me to do, be the perfect daughter they have always wanted. I am the daughter of Antonio and Yolanda perozo being perfect is the only choice I ever had, never making any mistake, using the right utensils for dishes, the right glasses for drink, standing up straight, never slouching, that is the life I have always known.

I begged, tears streaming down my face, "Mom, please listen to me! It's not like that; why won't you just hear me out—" Before I could finish, a series of slaps left me dazed, stars dancing in my vision. As she paused to catch her breath, her voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman! Get out of my face! I don't have a daughter as pathetic as you!"

Turner held my hand tightly, her voice thick with admiration as she said, "Natalie, you've improved more than anyone in the program. "You went from scoring zero on the placement test to earning the title of 'Perfect Daughter' in just seven days. Who would've believed it? Your mother isn't the only one who's proud of you. I am too." I nodded with a smile. Suddenly, a metallic taste rose in my throat. And by the time Ms. Turner left my dorm, I could barely see clearly anymore. Then, I lost control of my bladder. I stared at the liquid beneath me, hating myself for not having the courage to end things sooner. But I was a coward.