At 17, I was kicked out with nothing but a small suitcase and shattered trust. My brother, always the golden child, had spread false rumors that turned my parents against me. I was left to fend for myself, taking on two jobs just to survive. They never once reached out, not even to check if I was okay. But last week, something changed. After all these years, a message from them appeared on my phone. My heart raced as I opened it, their unexpected request leaving me speechless.
The unexpected message from my parents sparked a whirlwind of emotions, from anger to cautious curiosity. My first instinct was to ignore it, to delete the message and continue with my life. But, unresolved questions nagged at me. I couldn't help but wonder why they'd reached out now, after eight long years of silence. My mind raced through countless scenarios, but none seemed to make sense. I decided I'd sleep on it, hoping for clarity by morning.
Despite their previous betrayal, I decided to respond, unable to resist the pull of closure. I typed a brief reply, careful not to reveal too much. 'What do you want?' I sent it and waited, my phone clutched tightly. Within minutes, a response came through. 'We need to talk, it's urgent.' Urgent? What could possibly be so important after all this time? My curiosity deepened, battling with the anger that still simmered inside me.