th a blessing and a curse. She had taken me in after the tragic accident

comfortable at all. But despite the outward appearance of assuming that ever

room for warmth or affection. She had taken on the responsibility of raising m

girl I once was. I was just a child, innocent and full of wonder, but Aunt Sarah's in

t there was always a toxic air over us, a silent acknowledgment of the fact that I was not her own flesh and blood. I have seen her as a mother since I know nobody but her. She went as far as stopping me from calling her mom. I longed for the love

ood ties, becoming each other's lifelines in a sea of uncertainty. I have wondered why she treated me badly but have philips all the care and attention he needed. As I grew older, I began war against th

my weary soul, igniting a spark of courage within me that I never knew existed. With his support, I found the strength to confron

unt to clean their house, but I had no time to admire the crea

houses but I was the only one doing the work except on days that Philips decides to help me out without Aunt Sera's knowledge. Growi

nt I can remember, Philips was always there for me. He was the one who stood up for me when Aunt Sarah's hars

ed our hopes and dreams, our fears and insecurities, building a bond together. As we grew older, our friend

m alone. It was through Philips that I firs head of Kelvin, Lord Donalds son. Philips had mentioned him in passing,

hen I saw him, standing on the sidewalk ahead, his eyes fixed on something in the distance. There was something about him that drew me in, a mag

hat I couldn't quite name but knew was undeniable. Kelvin, for his part, seemed equally taken aback by our chance encounter. He greeted me with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up with genuine i

s. As our friendship blossomed into something more, I couldn't help but feel as though fate had brought us together for a reaso