(Part 01) On May 28, 2003, I was born in the United States, Boston. My parents always wished for a son, and they thought I would be that child, but we never know how unpredictable destiny is. I was born a girl.
(Part 02) From that day on, my parents did everything to make me understand that I meant nothing to them. I tried to convince myself that it was just in my head, but as the years passed, my parents' hatred for me grew stronger, all because I was born a girl. This pushed me into deep depression and anxiety.
(Part 03) On April 8, 2011, it was the worst day of my childhood because on that day, my parents told me I was the worst person. That day, my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. I just wanted to disappear, and at that moment, their hatred for me grew every day.
(Part 04) On May 3, 2012, my ninth birthday, I thought they were planning a surprise for me, so when no one congratulated me, it was already 6:30 in the evening, and I started to think they had forgotten. I told everyone that it was my birthday, and they all said they had forgotten.
(Part 05) On August 1, 2013, my brother was born. That day was the best for my parents. From that day on, they avoided me completely; it was as if I were a ghost in the house. Now, my brother was the favorite, and with each passing year, I was more neglected.
(Part 06) On November 20, 2016, my sister Kloe was born. She was also their favorite, and they always compared me to her.
(Part 07) On November 10, 2019, I came home stressed from school because every year I was the top student. That time, my parents said:
-Father: Your only obligation is to study. What's wrong with you? You're not a good student. You probably misbehave at school.
-Anastasia: But dad, I got an A in almost every subject, except for two where I got a B. Those are good grades.
-Mother: You can't do anything right.
That day, I left crying, not knowing what else to do, but my younger brother arrived and comforted me on that same day. I told myself that I would overcome.
(Part 08) On October 15, 2021, we argued because I had had enough of the favoritism in the house. I told my parents that I was tired of them saying everything, and me staying silent. That day, my parents kicked me out, and I left. Fortunately, my friend allowed me to live in her house.
(Part 09) On March 19, 2022, while studying at college, I got a job and was gradually improving. However, a year ago, I didn't tell my parents that I had won a scholarship, which made my studies easier. I didn't know what happened to my family, but I wanted to move forward and prove to myself that I could be someone in life.
(Part 10) On April 8, 2038, a long time has passed. I overcame depression and anxiety, completed my doctoral studies, fell in love with a guy named William, we got married, and had a child. I treated him the way I wished they had treated me. Life takes unexpected turns. On a normal Saturday, someone knocked on my door when I was home alone. To my surprise, when I opened it, it was my parents:
-Father: Daughter, we want to tell you something.
-Anastasia: What can you possibly say after everything you've said?
-Mother: Daughter, we want to tell you that we regret everything we did to you. We are homeless now and don't know where to go.
-Father: Since the day you left home, our hearts have been telling us to forgive you. We never gave you the love you needed.
-Anastasia: I don't know what to say; it's very hard to forgive you, but you're my parents, and I don't want to see you on the streets. I forgive you; I need your love. I always needed it. I hope this time we can be a united family.
(They all hug)
In summary: Don't listen to people who say you're worthless and that you won't amount to anything in life. Who knows, one day that person might need you."
Merci pour la lecture!
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