Hearing those words, I suddenly broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.My mother and I had always relied on each other. The people in our neighborhood looked down on us, constantly bullying us.They spread rumors that my mother seduced men, yanked my hair when I walked past, and spat on me, calling me a bastard.Because of this, we moved from place to place.Then I met Joseph. He never let anyone speak ill of us. If someone tried to bully us, he would throw himself into a fight, never backing down, no matter how bruised and bloodied he got.Over time, people stopped talking about us.Every morning at dawn, he would wait outside my door, a warm breakfast in his hands, calling for me to walk to school with him.I once thought we would spend the rest of our lives together.When we grew up, we realized we had fallen for each other. It was only natural for us to date.Yet, he seemed even shyer around me after that. My mother would watch us from the side, covering her mouth as she laug
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