Chapter 2

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Aaron, February 11, 1877, City of Forham

A kick in my ribs wakes me up from my sleep. Hissing in pain, I look up to see my mother standing in front of me.

"Why did you eat the meal I made?" she asks.

"My apologies, mother. I didn't consume any food for three days. I was starving," I replied, begging for her forgiveness.

"Why would you eat the food I made for my daughter? You don't deserve anything, you useless boy. You have no power, no strength. Get out of my house and don't show me your pathetic face," she orders.

 She spits on the ground close to my face and storms out. The pain in my stomach increased but I ignored it and quickly got up from the floor of the attic that was covered in grime and then grabbed my torn jacket. I rushed out of the house, careful not to show my face to my mother.

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