I am Lara. I was a fourteen-year-old teenage girl. I left school, took the bus, went to my house, and found my father and mother fighting in their room. I stopped hearing the fight, but they did not know that I was standingHence my story begins. Father: What should we do? We have no money to pay school fees.Mother: It's all because of you when I found her in front of our house. I don't know how you convinced me to raise this girlFather: Lower your voice, what if someone overhears us?
And then she climbed the stairs and went to her room so that they would not feel herLara: So they are not my father, I now know why my mother treats me so harshly. It is true that she is not my motherAnd Lara sat crying so hard and said I have no friends and I have no parents why my life is so cruel?
I'll pretend I didn't hear anything.
M
other: Lara, did you come from school? Where are you, Lara?I'm here in my room, momMother: Come on, go clean the kitchen now, it's not cleanLara: ok momMother: After you have done your work, come and clean my roomLara: Well, she said in a whisper that it is my chance to know something about my father and mother.
While she was cleaning the room, she kept searching and searching for her clothes, drawers, boxes, and everything, without exception. She searched, but she did not find anything. Then an old box caught her eye, so she took the chair, grabbed the box, opened it, and said: Oh my God, what is this? dead counter!
