Three years later,my parents still hated me.

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My mother was the first one to come down stairs and saw me seated in the living room she just stared at me like she never knew who I was and I did not know what to do , so I just stared back at her. then I looked at myself wondering whether I had changed that much because this is not what I was expecting. I thought my mother would run to me hug me and be happy but no it seems like she did not even recognize me. " Who are you? you look familiar but I cannot place where we met!" Mother said shaking her head. As I sat there in the bright lit living room, the air seemed to thicken with tension. The weight of my mother's words hung heavy in the atmosphere, suffocating any semblance of normalcy. My mother's gaze, once warm and comforting, now pierced through me with an unfamiliar intensity, a

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