"Get away from here, you piece of filth," he said as he flung the things she had brought in at her. "You're just as worthless as your mother was."
Now she would have been hurt to the core had he not added the last sentence to it.
Though everyone thought she was worthless, she knew her mother best.
Pregnant at 17, thrown out her house and disowned at 17, yet still managed to make it.
Her mother, who had been a popular seamstress in the big city had gone through worse and so she would do better.
She had returned after the death of her mother to visit her old family but if they wouldn't receive her then so be it.
She picked her things, lifted her head high, took a deep breath and turned to face the closed door behind her.
"You're right. I'm just like my mother and just like my mother, I'm going to prove you all wrong."
She turned on her heel and headed towards the station.
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Cookies And Cream
Short StoryA collection of poems I write. And probably short stories. Yeah. ~ ~ ~ This is my first book ever to be shown to the world....
