Prologue

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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AMELIA'S POV

"Amelia I'm telling you, stop doing those nonsense" Mom threatened me.

I looked at her with teary eyes. I looked at her hands again my heart broke seeing my arts get ripped.

I spent hours to make those and yet she ripped it in just 5 seconds.

Oh how fast can they break my heart.

How fast can they ruin someones dream.

"but I love drawing, I love painting" I sobbed.

Mom took a step and move closer to me in a very fast way. She them slapped me with my arts which she have ripped into pieces.

"you will not benefit from this ! this will not make you a millionaire! you're just wasting your time, you're just wasting money," she looked at me and she's so furious. She's so mad at me "you're as useless as these papers" she threw my arts in me and walked out.

I looked at my arts and there's a part of me that ripped.

The slap that she gave me doesn't hurt as much as how she have hurt my heart.

"no, Amelia. Never stop pursuing what you wanted" I told myself.

While on the floor, I started spreading my ripped arts and tried to put them together like a puzzle. I taped them back and I know that it won't be as pretty as before but still, I don't want to lose this.

After hours, I finally put them back together.

"I don't want to forget your face, Dad" I talked to my painting. I don't have a picture of my Dad since my Mom have already get rid of those.

This painting is the only one which can make me remember how my Dad looks, how bright his eyes were when he's smiling, how his wrinkles shows and how he smile.

I don't want to forget Dad.

Even though he have already forgotten me.

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"you should try to be like your younger brother. Look he already got a job which pays really well" Mom scolded me while we're at the dining table. She really emphasized the word PAYS REALLY WELL.

I look at Charles, my younger brother.

He just gave me an annoying smirk.

"you're just wasting your time. Don't be a loser" he said but I can sense that he's insulting me.

"shut up, Charles. She's already a loser" Mom replied.

At this point, I really wanted to cry.

How can they say those mean words to me.

"sis, my advice is for you to just stay at home since you're not capable of earning money" Charles said once again.

"I am capable of earning money. I can also be successful" I said while holding back my tears.

"When? you can't even pay for your own bills" Mom said.

I remained silent, she's right though.

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Another morning, I woke up very early to go into my shop. I have my own shop where I sell my paintings and drawings. I also make commissions but only few wants it.

I barely have clients. I will be very lucky if I have at least one client a month.

I stepped inside my shop and smiled. This is my comfort zone.

I took a glance to my artworks which no one wants to purchase.

I looked at my paints which are neatly organized on the far end.

I sat on my designated sit whenever I paint or draw something and then all the tears which I have bottled up came down at once.

It's pretty draining.

I have no one to talk to about my feelings, I don't have friends.

Even my family doesn't support me.

And I just want to give up.

Life is so tiring. Can't we just live the way we wanted and be happy?

As usual, I don't have client for the whole day.

It's already 7pm when I decided to go home. I saw from afar that the house is so flashy than before and there are a lot of people inside it.

They're like having so much fun.

I was just about to open the gate when I noticed boxes outside our house.

I was just gonna ignore it but I saw my artwork on top of it. I quickly took it and opened the boxes.

And in my shock, I saw that inside the boxes are my things, my clothes, personal things and stuffs.

I saw Mom approached me.

"Mom" I cried.

"I'm not your mother anymore. I don't have a kid that only brings burden to me" she said and closed the gate loudly.

I cried over and over and over again even though there's a lot of people who keeps on passing by. I don't care anymore.

"you know what, Amelia. You're not weak, prove them wrong" I tried to make myself stop from crying.

I took a glance at our house and yes I was right, they're having a party with people whom I don't know.

With a heavy heart, I carried the heavy boxes and walked away.

But then as I keep on walking, my heart feels lighter and lighter.

Like what have happened didn't really hurt me rather gave me peace and happiness.

I opened my shop and put down the heavy boxes which contains my things.

I switched on the light and smiled.

I am actually happy.

Like genuine happiness.

Maybe this is what I need, to be away from the things that drowns me.

What happened isn't really a bad thing, it is a good thing.

I wiped away my tears.

So this is what I actually need, this is what will make my heart feel light, this is what will make my heart feel at east.

And I'm thankful that this happened.

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