Clarosia's Suffering

[: Clarosia :]

I always dreamed of having a real family, especially a caring father.

But the family I had traded away my happiness for money.

I knew we struggled with money, but I never thought they'd value cash over me.

I thought a family meant love, support, and safety, but it felt like they saw me as something to exchange for a few coins.

Their decision hurt deeply. It's like they chose money over being there for me, and that hurt more than anything.

The pain of their choice stays with me, a constant reminder that family isn't always about love.

I still long for the care and support I never got. It feels like a part of me is missing, a part only a real family could fill.

In that heart-wrenching moment etched into my memory, I pleaded with tear-streaked cheeks, each droplet falling like a silent plea, begging them not to let me go.