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Knocking softly, Loyden opened the door and stepped inside. The sight before her broke her heart Selah was curled up on her bed, tears streaming down her face, her body shaking with silent cries.

“Selah, honey,” Loyden said gently, rushing to her side. She sat down on the edge of the bed and placed a comforting hand on her daughter’s back. “What’s wrong?”

Selah looked up, her eyes red and puffy, filled with a mix of sadness and anger. “I don’t want to go, Mom,” she sobbed, the words spilling out in a rush. “I don’t want to be a maid! I want to stay here with you and Dada. Please, just let me stay!”

Loyden’s heart sank further at Selah’s plea. She knew how much this situation was hurting her daughter, and she wished more than anything that she could change it. “Sweetheart, I know this is hard,” she said softly, brushing Selah’s hair away from her tear-stained face. “But your dada thinks this is what you need right now.”

“But I don’t care what she thinks!” Selah shouted, her voice cracking. “I want to go to Bohol! I want to be with Mamita and Papalo. They would never do this to me! I don’t want to work for strangers.”

Loyden felt a wave of helplessness wash over her. She longed to comfort Selah, to reassure her that everything would be okay, but she also understood Charles's determination. “Selah, I can’t change your dada’s decision. I wish I could help you, but this is something she feels strongly about. She believes it will help you.”

Selah wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her expression turning from sadness to frustration. “This isn’t helping me! This is punishment! I just made a few mistakes; I didn’t deserve to be sent away like this.”

“I know, I know,” Loyden replied, trying to keep her voice calm. “But your dada thinks that experiencing life differently will help you understand the consequences of your actions. I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

Selah’s shoulders shook with another wave of sobs. “Mom, please. I can be better. Just let me stay. I promise I won’t mess up again. I just want to be with you and have a normal life.”

Loyden’s heart ached at her daughter’s desperation. She wanted to pull Selah close and tell her everything would be okay, but she felt trapped by the decisions made by Charles. “I wish I could change things, but your dada  feels this is necessary. It’s hard for both of us.”

Selah looked at her mother, her eyes wide with despair. “You’re supposed to support me! Why can’t you fight for me?”

“I am supporting you, Selah! But I can’t fight against your mother,” Loyden said, her voice trembling with emotion. “You know how determined she is. I love you so much, and I want what’s best for you, but sometimes, we have to make sacrifices.”

Selah turned her head away, tears continuing to fall. “I hate this! I hate all of you!” she shouted, her anger spilling over.

Loyden felt tears of her own threatening to fall as she tried to comfort Selah. “You don’t mean that, sweetheart. You’re just hurt, and that’s okay. But you need to understand that we’re doing this out of love.”

As Selah’s cries filled the room, Loyden sat in silence beside her, wishing she could take away the pain and confusion. She longed to shield her daughter from the harsh realities of life, but all she could do was be there, offering love amidst the turmoil.

“Please, just think about it, okay?” Loyden whispered softly, feeling the weight of the moment settle over them. “I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

Selah turned away, her heart heavy with betrayal and sadness. In that moment, the distance between mother and daughter felt insurmountable, and Loyden knew that healing would take time, patience, and understanding.

Charles paced back and forth in her living room, her mind racing with thoughts of Selah and the difficult decision she had made. After much contemplation, she realized she needed to talk to someone who could offer a different perspective her sister Jomarie.

Picking up her phone, she dialed Jomarie’s number, feeling a mix of anxiety and determination. After a few rings, Jomarie answered. “Hey, Charles. What’s going on?”

“Jomarie, I need to talk to you about Selah,” Charles said, her voice tinged with urgency.

“What about her? Is everything okay?” Jomarie asked, sensing the tension in her sister's tone.

“No, everything is not okay,” Charles replied, frustration bubbling to the surface. “I’m sending her away to be a maid. She’s been out of control, and I think this is the only way she’ll learn a lesson.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Jomarie’s heart sank. “Wait, what? You’re seriously going to send her away? Charles, that’s a drastic step!”

“I know it sounds harsh, but you don’t understand,” Charles said, her voice rising defensively. “She’s been bullying kids at school, coming home late, and not listening to us. I’m doing this to teach her a lesson.”

“Sending her away to live with strangers is not the answer!” Jomarie exclaimed, frustration seeping into her voice. “That’s only going to make things worse! She needs guidance, not punishment. You’re going to break her spirit.”

Charles sighed heavily, rubbing her temples. “I get that it seems extreme, but I’m at my wit’s end. Nothing else has worked. She needs to understand the consequences of her actions.”

“Charles, have you even talked to her about why she’s acting out?” Jomarie pressed. “Kids don’t just misbehave for no reason. Maybe she needs to feel heard and understood, not punished.”

“I’ve tried talking to her, but she just shuts down and gets angry,” Charles argued, frustration evident in her voice. “I think she needs to experience real life work hard for a change. Maybe that will give her some perspective.”

“This isn’t about perspective; this is about your daughter’s emotional well-being!” Jomarie shot back, her heart aching for Selah. “You’re pushing her away when she needs you most. What if this causes her to resent you?”

Charles fell silent for a moment, the weight of her sister’s words settling over her. “I don’t want her to resent me. I want her to be better.”

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