I Couldn't sit there anymore, Dadu's words still lingering in my ears like a haunting nightmare, piercing my soul and making my heart ache. I ran from there, knowing no one would follow, needing to escape the suffocating emotions that threatened to consume me. They knew that I needed some moments with myself to breathe, to think, and to try and make some sense of the chaos that had been unleashed.

Oh, if you want to know who is actually "they" or "them." They are not anyone. They are my so-called biological family. The memories of them flooded my mind like a toxic storm. They abandoned me like a piece of useless garbage 15 years ago without a second of remorse. Now they are calling me back as if nothing happened, as if they didn't shatter my childhood, didn't cause my panic attack and insomnia, and didn't leave me a broken, shattered soul. The audacity, the sheer nerve.