a's

, dad, Lyida and I stare

to tell myself, try to keep the sob

e we loved you? No, Emma, you're always regarded as an investment, w

angry to tell me a lie."Tears start to burn in my eyes, b

with sorrow, "sorry, Emma, you

rd and tried my best to keep my lower lip f

e real? How? They used to tell me they loved me without flinching. And then th

my business partner, we made a deal as long as you marry him, he would invest us thr

ng my entire future slip through my fingers. For the

ny idea you ruined my plan? You can bring us a huge amount of money when you marry that b

et that man invest in our family's jewelry sho

friends laugh at me for marrying him. We can

grab my bag, too shocked and

ness in my voice. My eyes are imploring as I grab my dad's hands and beg him

ce cracks

gonna take a divorce with you! You ha

t about you? You antagonize me in every way possi

se she has a heart problem. Dad

e?" Dad's eyes glintin

and her eyes go round with worry and shock. "E

vous, I lean closer

ark Emma, and what would have happened if Emm

lent. Confusion crosses my features, doe

s as if they disgusted him. "Everyone knows I have a whore daughter. Now get o

heeks, my heart poun

and, mom hugs me tightly, and Lydia stares a

desperation. He opens the fr

, and there is going to be a thunderstorm, the impen

art to pound

ing wet," Lydia begs dad. Mom is frantically

us, Emma is my daughter!"

my daughter!" He

eeth chatter, I sweat, my heart beats rid

outside, and real

ve in my house," he growls, and

ake for me to start feelin

bout who I really am, whose my real bio

e difference. I know dad doesn't love me, but knowin

fists, I choke out. "Mom

aightly into my eyes with sadness, these same eyes that fill with love when

rs before hugging me briefly. Then smashing the door in front of us,

ess a gentle kiss to her cheeks before d

ing against the window, I can see

e before the curtain closes, and dad still cursing loudly. My siste

r, I can ride your bicycle to go to college." The rain soak

I talk to myself, I'm the

r, she sadly nods her head a

lie stuff last week and forgot to bring them home, it's all yours. Remember to we

f dollars and a credit card. " Here, take thes

inted face shows on his face, he ra

you. A college named Nevermore called me yesterday,

tudents who get high scores on the ACT, why do they

place I can go, there

se you, they promised me to bring you home when you were ten years old, but somehow they called m

are my parents?"I ask

e mentioned your biological parents had studied there when they were young, and your biological parent's family has

and don't kn

your laptop and your Id cards in this bag and a mail from Neverm

o Nevermore to take a vi

tos, tell news about your college life, l

ent, and I can see your pretty

od as I'm expecting. Dad and mom won't argue with each other, t

to say goodbye now!" Dad sh

ured by her. I give her a big hug, and touch her hair, tear

t you once you arrive at your college. It's a promise." Her hairs

t happened." Mom chokes

ill,

elf," mom tells me while

ing, taking my breath away. Clutching the bani