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They thought rejecting me was the end of my story.
They were wrong.
My name is Margaret. I am the daughter they threw away. For years I cried, begging for their love. Not anymore.
I left with nothing. I built myself with education, with strength, with tears they never saw.
Now I'm back. Not to beg. Not to cry.
I'm back to show them who I became without them.
But they have changed too... and they want something from me.
Will I forgive the people who forgot me? Or will I finally choose myself?
By MALULEKE KGAOGELO MARGARETH
13 years old | Limpopo, South Africa