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hered in like a thief."Ma?" Her voice broke. There was no answer. It was just the drip-drip-drip of the kitchen sink and the wheeze of her foster grandmother's oxygen tank.Len f

pulse raced as she yanked the door open.Ma leaned against the wall, clutching a rus

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oved open the door of Apartment 4B. The lock was broken-ag

drip-drip-drip of the kitchen sink and the wh

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t: blood smeared on the floorboards, leading to the c

l, clutching a rusted box.

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to a wet cough. Then silen

. She pried the box from M

same defiant glare-standing beside a man in a tailored suit. She was

. what

he'd spat at every time their limousines roared past the slums. Was

a knock at

en had always gone to her when she had a quarrel with her ma which happened frequently... Now she had taken ill... She heard her ma discussing with her husband that her s

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box.. "yes

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ma needed help, I would b

umped "suit yourself"

her back on her old dusty bed...then I

thing about my real parents.. ple

kly & her breat

had a really rich family & &... She coughed

my famil

ma had stopped breathing &

ld Rosa wa

ce her family was rich.. y had they left her... Was she hated & not loved...she wasn't thinking rati