29 août 2026

When I was 17, my adopted sister told everyone I got her pregnant.

“Get out,” he growled. “You don’t deserve to breathe the same air as us.”

I looked around at all the faces. People I had known all my life. Not one of them even looked at me like family anymore. Just disgust.

Said:

—It’s tedious.

My voice broke.

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