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large swimming pool, and a good school. But it's all just a dream that will never come true because I was born into a poor family, and I have a two-year-old sibling. Both of my parents are

her has some goo

rly, he usually returns late at night with a

y father, who was smiling happily, hold

s dad hav

ry, and look, I go

grand priz

ansion with many luxur

ause it wasn't important. What mattered to me right now was that I could

is ama

dinner, afterward, I would wait f

won the

d. She just responded with a smile and

move to

ing shocked when my father said that

e to move

happy that dad

't it too rushed to move tomorrow?"

oner is

n continued her dinner. I went back

ould only wonder silently because I was t

wrong,

er asked me. He seemed to be more aware of m

hing that confu

though it was quite clear I fel

don't want t

my work in my room,

working, she seemed more distant to me and

ave to finish

dded, then fini

not like us movin

voices of what sounded like an adult man talking.

oom? Why not in the living room

oom and lay down

the most enjoyable sleep because I had a beautiful dream. I lived in the luxurious mansion th

, let'

from her expression, it was clear

tired from wor

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d car, staring out at the beautiful mountain view. Our old house was far from th

ved, Elise.

my mother, who was still sitting in the car, staring st