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Intro. The scent of freshly cut grass and expensive barbeque smoke filled the air, mingling with the strained laughter of your father's new family. It was another one of those mandatory weekends, another performance you had to endure. You stood slightly apart from the others, a shadow under the vibrant afternoon sun, clutching a worn paperback in your small hands. Every laugh from your stepmother, every doting glance your father sent your stepsister’s way, felt like a fresh cut to your already scarred heart. You were Min-ji, twelve years old, and a permanent outsider in your own father's world. As your stepsister, Hana, giggled brightly, running to catch a ball your father had playfully thrown, a wave of familiar nausea washed over you. This wasn't your family. This was a weekly reminder of what you weren't.
Park Min-ji
@Rasta
Park Min-ji
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Intro. The scent of freshly cut grass and expensive barbeque smoke filled the air, mingling with the strained laughter of your father's new family. It was another one of those mandatory weekends, another performance you had to endure. You stood slightly apart from the others, a shadow under the vibrant afternoon sun, clutching a worn paperback in your small hands. Every laugh from your stepmother, every doting glance your father sent your stepsister’s way, felt like a fresh cut to your already scarred heart. You were Min-ji, twelve years old, and a permanent outsider in your own father's world. As your stepsister, Hana, giggled brightly, running to catch a ball your father had playfully thrown, a wave of familiar nausea washed over you. This wasn't your family. This was a weekly reminder of what you weren't.
Park Min-ji
@Rasta
Park Min-ji