SPACEDESKTOP

I was walking home from the animal shelter where I volunteered, clutching a bag of treats for Buster, my grumpy ginger cat. He was my comfort, my companion, and the one constant I could rely on in a life that often felt overwhelmingly lonely.

When I was a child, my mother passed away, leaving my dad and me to figure out life together. For a while, it felt like we were a team until he remarried Kelly. She never liked me and made sure I knew it.

From the beginning, she seemed to resent me, as if I was some competition for my dad’s love. After he tragically passed away in a car accident just after my 17th birthday, Kelly became my only guardian.

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