Deception by /My Real Parents

rents weren't careful. After twenty years of a brutal life,

ust wanted my heart for a transplant to sa

nwilling to let go, floated above, watching my sister, now recovered from h

n't give them a chance to speak. I threw myself on the ground, clung to their legs, and wailed, "Mo

ic, I knew they'd never get

bar when, unsurprisingly, two

o the nines, dripping in designer brands-enou

them. A flicker of embarrassment crossed their faces be

. My expression stayed blank, but insid

up just like before," I thought. "Let's see wha

ing on their sad faces,

ost and were taken by traffickers. Your dad and I searched for you

of his business, got a nudge from her and quickly mimic

rrassing I could barely stand it. My toes cu

s dripped with disdain, blaming me for being "careless" when it was their negl

s weren't careful. If your daughter got lost because she was careless, she's definitely not me. You'd be

reath, "These days, people will claim a

gly their expressio

twisted with a mix of lingering sadness an

pped irritably as soon as they sat down. "What's goin

the company, no one had ever dared speak to him like that. "How