The Orphan.

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Sophia's days blended together in a haze of drudgery and despair. She felt like a robot, going through the motions of her daily routine without any sense of purpose or joy. She longed for freedom, for adventure, for a chance to make her dreams come true.

She thought about her parents, about the way they used to make her laugh, about the way they used to hold her hand. She missed them so much, it felt like a physical pain. She remembered the way her mother used to cook her favorite meals, the way her father used to read her stories before bed.

And then, there was Rachel, her aunt, her tormentor. Sophia wondered why Rachel hated her so much. What had she done to deserve such cruelty? She thought about the way Rachel used to belittle her, the way she used to make her feel small and insignificant.

She felt like she was trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain and suffering. She was a bird in a cage, longing to spread its wings and fly. She dreamed of a better life, a life where she was loved and cherished.

She imagined herself in a white coat, surrounded by furry friends, making a difference in the world. She imagined the feeling of pride and accomplishment, of knowing she had made a difference.

But for now, she was stuck in this nightmare, this never-ending cycle of despair. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of sorrow, with no lifeline in sight.

Sophia's days blended together in a haze of drudgery and despair. She felt like a robot, going through the motions of her daily routine without any sense of purpose or joy. She longed for freedom, for adventure, for a chance to make her dreams come true.

She thought about her parents, about the way they used to make her laugh, about the way they used to hold her hand. She missed them so much, it felt like a physical pain.

And then, there was Rachel, her aunt, her tormentor. Sophia wondered why Rachel hated her so much. What had she done to deserve such cruelty?

She felt like she was trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain and suffering. She was a bird in a cage, longing to spread its wings and fly.

But still, she held on to hope. She dreamed of a better life, a life where she was loved and cherished. She dreamed of becoming a veterinarian, of helping animals in need.

She imagined herself in a white coat, surrounded by furry friends, making a difference in the world. She imagined the feeling of pride and accomplishment, of knowing she had made a difference.

But for now, she was stuck in this nightmare, this never-ending cycle of despair.

She thought about her parents, about the way they used to read her stories, about the way they used to sing her lullabies. She missed them so much, it felt like a physical pain.

And then, there was Rachel, her aunt, her tormentor. Sophia wondered why Rachel hated her so much. What had she done to deserve such cruelty.
Sophia's world was shattered like fragile glass when her parents died in a tragic accident in Lagos. The memories of that fateful day still lingered in her mind like a haunting ghost. She remembered the sound of screeching tires, the smell of burning rubber, and the feeling of helplessness as she watched her parents' car crash into the tree. She was left alone, her heart heavy with grief, her future uncertain. Her aunt Rachel took her in, but made her feel like a slave, forcing her to do endless chores from dawn till dusk.

"You're worst than your useless parents, Sophia!" Rachel would scream, her voice echoing off the walls. "You're nothing but a burden! You'll never amount to anything in life!" Sophia's dreams of becoming a veterinarian seemed to slip further away with each passing day. She felt trapped, like a bird in a cage, longing to spread its wings and fly.

She remembered the happy times with her parents, the laughter, the adventures, the warm hugs. But now, she was alone, left to face the cruel world by herself. She felt like a small boat in a stormy sea, tossed about by waves of despair.

Rachel's cruelty knew no bounds. She made Sophia sleep on the floor, gave her scraps to eat, and forced her to work from dawn till dusk. Sophia's body ached, her spirit broken.

But still, she held on to hope. She dreamed of a better life, a life where she was loved and cherished. She dreamed of becoming a veterinarian, of helping animals in need.

She thought about her parents, about the way they used to make her laugh, about the way they used to hold her hand. She missed them so much, it felt like a physical pain.

And then, there was Rachel, her aunt, her tormentor. Sophia wondered why Rachel hated her so much. What had she done to deserve such cruelty?
"Only if everything can change" She says always in a whimper when ever she remembers her parents.

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