Chapter 4The Reality of Being Forgotten

After the exams, I frantically looked for more work.

I didn't know if they'd pay my tuition, but I knew they didn't love me.

Results day. I went to school.

Looking at my score on the screen, my teacher was thrilled.

"Maya, first place again! I knew you'd get into Capital University."

I rushed home, planning to dig out my savings for tuition.

Money I had secretly saved from my jobs.

But home was a wreck. My hidden money was gone.

Dad was snoring on the sofa, clutching a bottle.

I grabbed his collar, screaming, "Dad! Where's my money?!"

He woke up, pushed me away, and cursed.

"Yelling at your father? Your money is mine! I raised you, spending your money is my right!"

"That was my tuition! I got into Capital University!"

He glared, fierce as a demon.

"Study what? You're eighteen! Go work! Don't ask me for money!"

I shook with rage, tears falling.

"No. I'm going to college. I'll earn the tuition myself."

I turned and left.

The sun was scorching. I walked to the market, but my old stall was empty.

Wondering where to find work, someone blocked my path.

It was my sister, Chloe.

She wore a brand new designer dress and crystal necklace.

I looked down at my faded t-shirt and sweatpants, ashamed.

"Sis, heard you did well? Your name's on the honor roll. Amazing."

She smiled, voice gentle.

"Looking for work? It's too dirty here. I'll introduce you to a tutoring job. It's for a friend of Mom's. Safe."

Seeing the concern on her face, I felt a pang of emotion.

In the end, only she was willing to help.