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guilt still sat heavily, perpetually weighing me down. We suffered because I had insisted on going camping with mom and dad because I was always grumpy abou

all that seriously or like I was anyone special. Whenever I saw him, I would just smiled to him knowing he was the landlady's son wh

eed to suffer because of me. And because I had an evening job, and

lve years, it had only been me and my parents. Then came along little Tania, I fell i

are-ups that left me incapacitated or nearly blinded by pain in her eyes. It didn't happen often, but it happened enough to affect her quality of life, especially since each flare-up left b

that they were not going to be responsible for her and they would rather leave her at an orphanage home. So, She and i crammed into one-bedroom apartment, where I shared a room with my littl

class Baker and chef so I didn't have the courage to apply there too since I don't have any certificate. the only real practice I go was when i cooked in the little space

e but I wasn't interested. He was my landlady's son and fourteen years older. No thanks. Besides, he was too fem for me. Nothing was wrong with

ower to wash off the Brain sex and get ready for work. As I put on my boxer briefs, I quickly ran my fingers through my floppy hair, which I bleached over my dark brown hair last year, and stuck w

oon echoed into the hall from the apartment as I knocked on Mrs. William's door. An older woman of about seventy and five-foot-nothing answered. Her gray hair was cut into a short c

in. We just finished a sn

e good

alway

sweetest kid I'd ever kno

here yet, and I snuck into the living room, seeing Tania sitting cross-legge

he tails were lopsided. I squatted behind her and snuffle

y R

and I lifted

ood girl for

ac and cheese today. I go

, aren't you a

her dark brown eyes that matched mine were wide

y to go,

and sudde

ye to Mrs.

Mrs.Wi

ear. See yo