My parents always dreamed of having a daughter. After having two boys, they decided to adopt. That’s where I came in. I was welcomed into the family with open arms, or so I thought. Growing up with two older brothers, who were two and five years older than me, and six cousins, was chaotic. I always felt like the odd one out, the ugly duckling in a family of swans. Only my parents and my grandpa seemed to genuinely care for me. Then, tragedy struck. A devastating car crash took my parents away from me. One moment, I had a family, and the next, I was an orphan again. The funeral was a blur of tears and whispered condolences. I felt completely lost and alone in the world. It was as if the ground had been swept from under my feet, leaving me suspended in a void of grief and uncertainty. I didn’t know where to turn or what to do. Everything I had known and loved was gone in an instant. After the funeral, my brothers and I moved in with my aunt and uncle. The house was already crowded with their own children, my cousins, so I felt like an unwanted guest from day one. My aunt and uncle weren’t unkind, but they certainly weren’t warm or affectionate. From that moment on, I stopped feeling loved at all. I was treated more like a burden than a member of the family. I was essentially Cinderella, doing all the chores while my cousins went out and had fun.
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The chores were endless, the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry. I barely had time for schoolwork, let alone any semblance of a social life. My cousins made fun of me, calling me names and making snide remarks about my appearance and my orphaned status. My aunt and uncle never intervened, turning a blind eye to their children’s cruelty. It was as though they didn’t see me, or if they did, they didn’t care.
Years passed, and I endured the constant mistreatment. I found solace in books and dreamed of a life beyond the confines of my aunt and uncle’s house. I clung to the memories of my parents and grandpa, remembering their love and kindness. It was these memories that gave me the strength to keep going, to survive the daily torment. I knew that one day, I would escape and build a life for myself, a life filled with love and happiness.
Then, one day, I received a call from the family lawyer. He informed me that my parents had left a considerable amount of money in a trust for me, to be accessed when I turned eighteen. Suddenly, I had the means to change my life. I realized that all the pain and suffering I had endured hadn’t been for nothing. It had made me stronger, more resilient, and more determined to succeed. The lawyer then revealed that my brothers and cousins would not be inheriting anything.
I used the money to pay for college, graduating with honors. I moved to a new city, found a great job, and built a fulfilling life for myself. My brothers and cousins eventually learned about my inheritance and tried to reconnect with me, but I refused. They had never treated me with kindness or respect, and I wasn’t about to forgive them for their past behavior. They got a lesson for life, that how you treat people matters. I, on the other hand, finally found peace and happiness, free from the shadows of my past.
