Violet’s P.O.V.
“Yes… you will feel better here instead of lying there alone”, Mrs Parker said with a smile on her lips after she settled down me on the couch in the living room. I was now better and could walk a little but not without support. Mrs Parker and others were still cautious towards me. “Thanks, aunt”, I thanked her and she shrank her nose in annoyance. “Call me Rose or …. Mom like Ethan and Kyle, Violet. Aunt sounds too old”, she asked me while making a weird face in disgust. I raised my brows in surprise because she wanted me to call her mother. I felt overwhelmed because I couldn’t tell anyone how desperately I wanted to call someone my mother back then whenever I felt scared or got injured during doing household chores or when the other children bullied me.
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