Chapter 4
I had nothing to do at home, but Mia had to work. So I spent my days playing video games at Mia’s place.
Mia would order takeout for me when she got her lunch.
4:44 AM
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viia Came in very late, luurilty clausity. Case in the sea, confpicely unanitu.
I’d put down my game controller and massage her shoulders. Apparently, I had muscle memory for this and was quite good at it.
After Mia had rested enough, she started complaining, “That bastard Caleb. You worked for him for free right after graduation, and when his mom was sick, you’d massage her after work.”
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As Mia continued talking, she grabbed my hand and flicked my forehead, “Hazel, you’re such a pushover. When I wasn’t around,
you let them bully you. Those people, they took advantage of you being an orphan.”
I rubbed my forehead, feeling a bit wronged, “I don’t remember any of that! I only remember you.”
Mia stopped talking, then laughed, “That’s right! You don’t remember. It’s better that you don’t. Just remember me, I won’t bully
you.”
I believed Mia on this because we had grown up together.
We both grew up in an orphanage.
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From a very young age, I followed Mia around. She would fight for snacks for me and help me with laundry.
As we got older, Mia would help me with my studies. She was a year older than me. During my senior year of high school, when she was a college freshman, she’d call me every day to encourage me to study hard.
Back then, she wanted me to go to the same university as her, but Mia was too smart. Even though I studied like crazy, I couldn’t get into Harvard in the end.
The day the results came out, I hugged Mia and cried.
Mia gave me a light tap on the head, “Why are you crying? Your scores are amazing, what’s there to cry about?”
She patted my head, “You’ve done really well.”
Later, I went to Yale, crying all the way.
