irthday was cha

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of the Silverpine Pack,

an rushed to embrace me, cryin

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s pregnant, my fat

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te turmoil, everyone exc

erpine Pack alpha's da

hain at my feet,pointing at th

, mechanically breaking free f

mother, wanting to h

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d with resentmen

still,

al mother and I we

s I stood outside the ho

er looked like he wan

ve. The farthe

, I drifted like a rootless weed on

, I carefully avoided fam

under the shadow of the

s of an alley, the ringtone of m

rot

out, I realized that this t

ria, go

oice w

nking perhaps my brother and mother were

looked exactly like my mother, as

eve I wasn't her

e house, the truth hit me. They wa

ested, it wo

iver failure during a recent checkup, an

running around looking for solutions for

m crying, and a few more stran

y brother's frustration

hifted my gaze from the organ donation con

't donate my l

night shifts at a logistics company, and during th

e hours a day to cover tuit

y body wouldn't be able to handle

ashing to the floor echoe

ctor

rious shout made