[: Clarosia :]
I always dreamed of having a real family, especially a caring father.
But the family I had traded away my happiness for money.
I knew we struggled with money, but I never thought they'd value cash over me.
I thought a family meant love, support, and safety, but it felt like they saw me as something to exchange for a few coins.
Their decision hurt deeply. It's like they chose money over being there for me, and that hurt more than anything.
The pain of their choice stays with me, a constant reminder that family isn't always about love.
I still long for the care and support I never got. It feels like a part of me is missing, a part only a real family could fill.
In that heart-wrenching moment etched into my memory, I pleaded with tear-streaked cheeks, each droplet falling like a silent plea, begging them not to let me go.
Their eyes, once warm with the promise of familial love, now gazed back with an icy detachment.
