Part 2

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I moved slowly as I made my way to the next three streets in search of my baby brother's preferred milk. How such a young boy has so many preferences baffles me. Either he really is fussy, or the woman who claims to be my mother is really out to punish me. Unfortunately for her, I enjoyed leaving that house. I will take advantage of whatever opportunity I have to be apart from them.
 
I walked as slowly as I could. As I stopped in front of the fifth store, the one where that creepy uncle sold provisions along with his always moody wife, girlfriend, or sister? I don't even know. Irrespective, they are a weird couple.

"Good afternoon, do you have Complan?" I asked, twirling my knee-length floral skirt. I do that when I'm nervous. Well, at least I used to, before therapy. I thank God for adulthood.

I was really afraid of that uncle. He smiled at me weirdly and came closer. "My sweetheart, you don come." He tried holding my wrist, but I quickly dodged his hand and his girlfriend, wife, sister? Whatever she was, she called his name and told him to stop harassing her customer.

They actually didn't also have the milk.
 
I walked to different stores; either they just plainly said they didn't have it, or they tried to convince me to get another one, and when I refused to get another one, they told me it's scarce in the market and I'll never find it.

I know it's short, it'll get longer in the next chapters.

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