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Dear Ruel,

Today we hung out. We went out to the arcade and did bowling, and honestly I had the best time I've ever had in these few weeks. But when I came back home, the feeling of elation in me was completely removed when I saw I got rejected by another university.

Honestly I don't know how long I can go with this. Every single university I send an application to simply just turns me down. I cried a lot. There isn't much hope left for me.

While I was upstairs alone, I heard a few noises downstairs; like glass breaking. I went down to see it was him; my abusive father who my mum had divorced, yet he came back. He abused her, and when I went downstairs, he hit me too. He banged an empty alcohol bottle on my head and it bled a lot. My mum tried to save me but she couldn't.ย Finally he left the house. I know my mum cried to sleep, I just do.

She deserves so much shit and its fucking crazy how she got an abusive husband, instead of a loving, caring one. I hope she finds the perfect one for herselves.

She thinks of you as her own son, Ruel. I hope you will take good care of her.

With hugs and kisses,
Azalea

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