Six months later, I graduated from college without a hitch and received an offer from a prestigious international university. I found myself torn between pursuing graduate studies abroad and taking over the family business. My parents, however, firmly supported me going overseas. They said I'd endured enough hardship in the first twenty years of my life, and now they wanted to make it up to me by letting me follow my dreams. Whatever I wanted to do, they were behind me. My father even flexed his still-impressive biceps and reassured me, "I can hold down the fort here. You can take over the business after you graduate. There's no rush." And so, I chose to study abroad. In the days leading up to my departure, I couldn't bear to be apart from my parents, clinging to them every chance I got. Before I left, my parents took me to change my name. For the first time, I had a last name that truly felt like my own. Staring at the words "Wendy Bell" on my ID, tears streamed d
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