Broken by love

Three weeks ago, Raya and her father moved to sunny Sun City. Since their arrival, Raya has enrolled at San-city High School, a new step for her after this change of surroundings.

Unfortunately, Raya didn't have the opportunity to grow up with her mother, as is often the case for many girls. Her mother died when she was just a toddler, leaving a huge void in her life. So it was her father who took on the responsibility of raising her, ensuring both a solid education and unwavering support over the years. He always endeavored to be there for her, instilling values and accompanying her through every stage of her development, despite the challenges they may have encountered.

Raya's father was not really in a prosperous financial situation, like many other fathers around him. He managed to get by on odd jobs, using his ingenuity to provide for his daughter's basic needs. Luck smiled on Rania, however, as she stood out for her remarkable intelligence. The previous year, she had managed to win a merit scholarship from her former school, in recognition of her efforts and skills. This enabled him and his daughter to move together so that she could enter one of Sun City's most prestigious high schools, where she could continue her studies in a stimulating and enriching environment.

Although she had managed to secure a scholarship, she and her father made the decision to move into a small house some distance from the high school. Indeed, they didn't have the financial means to rent a home in the immediate vicinity of the school, whose prices were exorbitant.

Sun City's renowned high school was mainly attended by children from wealthy and noble families. She, on the other hand, was one of the few students from modest backgrounds fortunate enough to attend this prestigious establishment. This situation placed her in a peculiar position, where she had to navigate between her background and the privileged world of her classmates.

It was a Monday, and we were already into her second week at school. To be perfectly honest, she didn't feel at ease. She felt a certain unease, always feeling inferior when observing children from wealthy families. They were always impeccably dressed and arrived in luxurious cars. It was not uncommon to see them being dropped off or picked up by their parents in sumptuous vehicles. For her part, she had only a simple bicycle, which was her only means of transport to get to school. This contrast disturbed her, reinforcing her sense of inadequacy and loneliness in this school environment.

Early in the morning, her father came to gently wake her up. He had prepared a tasty breakfast just for her. Emerging slowly from her sleep, she rose with a smile, smelling the tantalizing aroma of the prepared food. She then headed for the bathroom, where she took her time to soak in a relaxing bath. After washing and freshening up, she left the bathroom and put on her uniform, pencilled and impeccably pressed, which suited her perfectly.

Then she went to the living room, ready to start her day. Joining her father, who was already seated at the table, she approached him with visible affection.

- How's my darling daddy?" she asked him in a soft, cheerful voice.