Member of the family

The family home 4

In reality, it has been three long and arduous years since Layla became part of this family. Despite the passage of time, she has not once heard a single kind word from them that could bring solace to her heart, alleviate her worries, or even provide a momentary relief from her sadness.

It appears as though they intentionally withhold any form of kindness, as if their intention is to further burden her. 

Is her mother's abandonment not sufficient for them?

And what about the crippling loneliness that has firmly gripped her heart?

And let us not, under any circumstances, overlook the most crucial aspect of all these challenges she endures...

Indeed, their mistreatment and constant insults, degrading her as the "daughter of the servant," stripping her of her own identity.

Yet, it barely affects her; in fact, she considers it all too normal after carefully examining the situation. How can she expect to hear kind words from a stranger if her own family has never uttered them? 

How can she hope for a warm reception from her father and his family, when her own mother, the person dearest to her heart, callously abandoned her without reason or remorse? She wonders about her mother's well-being and what has become of her, for ever since she was brought into this household, she has been pushed away, told it's time for her to lead her own life, to live with her father, and to release herself from the burdens and responsibilities that weigh upon her.

Layla vividly recalls that day, with every intricate detail etched into her memory.

It is indeed an impossible task for someone to love you if you are rejected by those closest to you.

Layla's sigh resonates with the weight of her memories, particularly the eviction by her mother that propelled her into this relentless, agonizing existence for nearly a decade.

That fateful day remains etched in her mind, an unforgettable milestone that forever altered the course of her life. It marked the moment when Layla relinquished her identity and was cruelly thrust into the role of submission and resignation...

How can she summon the strength to persevere when she witnesses her mother's abandonment?

How can she dare to cling to the hope of happiness when her own mother neither desires nor dreams of anything but casting her aside, perpetually maintaining a distance?