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I called Lucas. I had to know why the surprise
he’d promised turned into this nightmare.
He chuckled without a care. “You really
thought we were getting you a present? Are
you kidding me?!
“Look, today’s about Brittany. Just stay where
you are, okay? We didn’t want you to ruin the
mood.”
Then he hung up. Just like that.
Turns out they’d been trying to keep me away all along.
After being recognized, I would often argue
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with my parents b
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with my parents because of their favoritism.
Because when I was still the nanny’s
daughter, they had treated me like their own.
If Brittany got something, they would give me
a copy as well.
So when I really became their daughter, their
coldness made me so heartbroken.
I finally understood that the past tenderness
seemed to be just the charity of the privileged
to the subordinate.
Once I really stood with them, all the love
disappeared.
I skipped class, got into fights, and messed
around, trying to get their attention.
