I served tables during the day and studied at night. I failed. I started again.
I failed again. But I kept pushing forward. Years later, I built an online business from scratch.
Six years later, I bought my first house. Ten years later, I owned several stores.
Twenty years later, my assets were valued at over 200 billion. Everyone would have considered that a victory.
but there was still a wound that never healed. The day my parents decided I was no longer their daughter.
So I returned. Not to ask for forgiveness. Not to ask for help. I wanted them to see who the person they had kicked out of the house had become.
My Mercedes pulled up in front of their old house. The gate was rusty.
The paint was peeling off. The yard was overgrown with weeds. I walked up to the door and knocked three times.
A young girl opened it. She looked to be about eighteen years old. And I froze.
Because she looked like me. The same eyes. The same nose. Even the same subtle habit of frowning.
