Holding my stomach, swallowing the pain, I walked away from what had once been the safest place in my life—without turning back.
I gave birth to my daughter in a cramped eight-square-meter rented room. It was poor, suffocating, and full of whispers and judgment. I raised her with everything I had. When she turned two, I left my province and took her to Saigon. By day I worked as a waitress; by night, I studied a vocational course.
Eventually, fate shifted.
I found an opportunity in online business. One step at a time, I built my own company.
Six years later, I bought a house.
Ten years later, I opened a chain of stores.
Twenty years later, my assets exceeded 200 billion VND.
By every measure, I had succeeded.
Yet the pain of being abandoned by my own parents never truly faded.
