CHAPTER FOUR
*Eight years later*
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Rose's POV
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If growing was a job, I would have chosen another profession. Each and everyday of my life, I spent it trying to satisfy my parents. No, scratch that. My mother. Trying to live up to their reputation.
My father cared no less about me. Well, I don't blame him as he already showed it the day they had come to adopt me. All he does is go to work and come back home. Not like I have any problem with it. For as long as he is not yelling at me or comparing me to other kids in the pack. I am all good.
I pushed the door of the bathroom open and stepped out. Since it's Thursday, I gotta be in school. I went towards my wardrobe and opened it. Looking through it, I saw just how buoyant my parents were but I can proudly say th
