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For a moment, I couldn’t speak. The weight of everything, the loss of my mom, the grief for my dad, and the years of enduring Kelly’s belittling, overwhelmed me. But alongside the sadness, I felt something else: hope.

Mr. Robertson continued, “Obviously, your classes don’t start until September, but I’d like to offer you a summer internship in my office after your graduation. It’s just admin work, but it’ll give you a chance to familiarize yourself with the campus, earn some money, and get a head start.”

“She can’t go!” Kelly snapped, shrilly. “She has to work at the café all summer. We’re much too busy! Besides, I burned her acceptance letter already!”

Something inside me surged. For one second, after seeing my future burning in that fireplace, I had given up. Mr. Robertson had come just at the right time, like a message from my mom—an angel.

So, I turned to her, wiping my tears. “No, Kelly,” I said, breathless but resolute. “I’m not a child. You can’t control me anymore. I let you, but I shouldn’t have, not since I turned 18. Even if Mr. Robertson hadn’t arrived, I would’ve called the school to explain. I AM going to college, no matter what you do.”

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