"Please, Mother..." I begged. She ignored me. What had I done to deserve such treatment? I guess I'll never know. I tugged on the braided hair framing my face, a nervous habit. "You are no child of mine," Mother hissed. I winced. "I'm sorry," was all that I could say. I must've done something pretty bad, huh? Guess we'll never truly know. "Sorry won't fix this," she said. "Then help me," I whispered. She faced me. "I could," she said, "And I will."
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