Making desserts.
Brewing coffee.
Meanwhile…
Everyone else relaxed.
Whenever someone needed something…
They called my name.
« Emma! »
« We’re out of ketchup! »
« Can you bring more ice? »
« Where are the clean towels? »
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My aunt shoved my feverish twins and me onto the scorching street, sneering, “Go beg, trash!” I pleaded with tears, “Please, just some milk.” Nobody cared until a billionaire in a Lamborghini stopped. Staring at my necklace, his voice shook: “Who is your mother?” When I said her name, he froze as the color drained from his face…
Chapter 1: The Cold Streets An 8-year-old girl was dragged into the middle of the street by her uncles, who scolded her and threw…
