CASSANDRA’S POV.
I do not know what I was thinking when I requested for the car to turn back, but I am yet to regret it. I do not know if this is me going back to my soft hearted era, but I feel like it must have been hard on the man who I thought was my uncle as well.
My brothers and sister whose Mom left them because she finally realized I am not her children’s cousin, but their Sister. She would finally kill off every guilt she might have felt for treating me like I do not exist. That is if she ever felt any guilt. She would have said she knew she could not just hate someone so much, and that she might not have known but her heart knew it all.
Another reason to hate me is sharing birthdays with her son. Every time it is his birthday I will strike through her thoughts.
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