In my memory, there was no mother, only my father as a relative
Theard that my mother ran away with someone when I was one year old.
Dad was addicted to alcohol.
When he didn’t drink, Efelt that he loved me.
He would bay me vogurt to drink
But when he
alcohol, he would throw yogurt on my face and physically a
bcould only feel a la
a laint sense
of fatherly love when he was sober
silently endured the unavoidable violence, greedily seeking the only bit of warmth in my life, stubbornly refusing to escape the continement of my original family.
It was not until one day in the second year of junior high school that I realized life could not get any worse, but only w
My father developed a gambling addiction, lost our house, and even gambled me away to someone else.
A group of heavily tattooed men barged into the classroom and loudly asked who Jaqueline Pennington was
The security guard could not drive them away.
Before the police arrived, everyone knew that Jaqueline’s father had gambled and used her as a bargaining chip to someone else.
At one point, everyone pointed and gossiped about me, classmates deliberately isolated me, rumors swept through the whole school,
and mervime avoided me
They talked about me, the malice in their eyes shattered me.
Jaqueline’s father wanted to give her up for adoption.
Jaqueline went out to sell
Jaqueline had become a hooker,
She used to go to school during the day and work at night.
I had in the corner of the playground, covering my ears and burst into tears.
Negative emotions almost overwhelmed me
At the age of fourteen, I stood on the edge of an abyss, teetering,
What did I do wrong?
Enever harmed anyour
Why
Suddenly, the shoulder was lightly tapped from behind by someone
I wiped away my tears and turned around.
The sunlight leaking through the clouds fell on the young boy, as if he had walked out of a dream.
The soft and fully hair danced in the wind, revealing the extremely gentle eyes beneath the bangs
The younger matted out his hand towards me, with stars shining in his eyes
“Jaqueline, don’Try Tought, I will take you home, and from now on, my home will be your home.”
That night be brought me hour, convinced his parents, and let me stay.
That day, I moved into the guest room of his house.
Hits parents resolved the family matter for me through legal nurans.
I silently accepted their kindness and silently vowed in my heart to work harder.
The starlight did not disappoint the traveler, and I got admitted to a prestigious high school.
The child without an umbrella had to run even harder.
Alvin and I consistently held the first and second positions in our grade.
He was naturally intelligent, while I was diligent in making up for my shortcomings.
