The Fractured Inheritance

looked so unfair as he was caught up in the web of unfortunate

d as the look earlie

o, I still had the necessary things of life and was so content. My twin broth

d goods in our neighborhood. Despite the differences in their careers, my family was close-knit a

andise and assist her in making sales. This was an opportunity for us to bond with our mother, who was always patie

me for her - it was her passion. She was a hardworking and entrepreneurial woman who took pride in her

home from work exhausted, but would still make time to cook us dinner and tuck us into bed

ho worked as a lab scientist, had gone to work as usual one day and never returned. This was unusual

e seemed to have any information about his whereabouts. My brother and I were frightened and didn't know

at had occurred at the lab. My mother was devastated. The shock of losing her husband was too much for her to handle. She cried every day and her hea

how to navigate the world without them. Our family was gone, and we were left to fend for

solace in each other, and we l

e were now orphans, with no one to turn to for support. The grief was overwhelming, and

vive. We looked for small jobs to do to make ends meet, but our search was met with disappoint

re powerless to stop them. We were faced with the reality of having to fend for ourselves, so we did what we had to do to survive. We roamed the streets, selling small

d jobs. Despite the grueling work, we did what we had to do to put food on the table and keep a roof over our heads. The pay

ces and create a better future for ourselves. Our childhood was spent in a state of constant struggle, but through it

, traged

y the side of the highway, trying to make a living as we had always done. It was

rother, who was standing too close, was hit by the vehicle. The impact was devastating, and he was killed instantly. I was

lp. They called for an ambulance, and I was able to take my brother's body to the hospital

hit me like a ton of bricks, and I was overwhelmed with grief. I felt lost and alone, as though a part of me had been ri

as living in a fog. The world around me seemed to carry on as normal, but I was unable to find any sen

r and the life we had shared. I found solace in the thought that my brother's death had not been in vain. I ch

e things, and to live each day to the fullest. The tragedy that struck me has become a part of my story, but it has not defined me. I am a surviv

the only family I had left after the passing of our parents. We were so close, and had a bond li

s to quality health care was limited, and we saw first-hand the struggles that people faced in trying to receive adequate

nspiration. We would spend hours discussing our plans and strategies on how we could make a differ

d I was left feeling lost and alone. I mourned his loss for days, unable to come to terms with the fact that

the goals we have set together. I know that it won't be easy, but I am confident that with his spirit guiding me, I

re so much pain and suffering. I felt like I had done nothing to deserve the ha

ce, feeling hopeless and helpless. But every time I conside

eat." These words of wisdom, spoken by the person

fighter and had always encouraged me to be the same. Her unwavering spirit and resilience ha

c person to blame for all

se wicked world? Or its the fault of the company m

y head were as impossible as passing a

back to work so I did. As I worked, the fear of be

let my par

e as successful as th

t concentrate anymore at work. A part of me had just die

decline the offer, but that would have been a really stupid move. I have lived on the streets ever since my

e time to turn me into a household servant and punching bag. I was treated like a slave, subjected to a life of la

. The physical labor was exhausting, and my aunt was never satisfied. She would find fault in everything I did, criticizin

hat I was a "fruitless investment" and that it was a waste of time and money to spend on me. This was a devastating blow, as

earned substantial salaries and had built a reputation for themselves as skilled and competent professionals

of myself. I have been on a job hunt for months, looking for any job I co

uncertain and bleak, as if it were a broken piece of glass that could not be put back t

, and this only added to my feelings of loneliness. Over time, these feelings grew stronger, and I became increasingly afraid

found myself or what people said about me. I felt the only way to make a