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<\/p>\nAfter Kayla\u2019s mother leaves her, her father raises her to the best of his ability. Things are fine until he meets Tanya, her stepmother, who joins the family with her daughters. Things seem fine until tragedy hits and Kayla\u2019s father dies, leaving her in the care of Tanya\u2014where she is forced to decide what to focus on while she\u2019s under Tanya\u2019s roof.<\/p>\n
My mother was never meant to be a mother. She said exactly that to my father when I was about three months old, and then she left.<\/p>\n
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\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Collin,\u201d she told him while packing her bags. \u201cBut this just isn\u2019t the life for me. I cannot do this. I don\u2019t know how to be a mother, and I don\u2019t know if I want to try anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Kayla needs you,\u201d my father said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll do more damage if I stay,\u201d she said, tears streaming down her face.<\/p>\n
And then she walked out of our lives.<\/p>\n
For years, my father relied on my grandparents to help raise me, and they did a good job of making me feel loved and cared for, despite the fact that my mother had chosen to leave me behind.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s difficult, I know,\u201d my grandmother said while we sat at the table one day. \u201cBut you need to remember that being a parent isn\u2019t for everyone, Kayla. Sometimes people only realize that too late.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood my grandmother\u2019s logic\u2014it made sense to me. This was beyond my control. But at the same time, there was nothing easy about accepting the fact that my mother had chosen to leave me\u2014that loving me wasn\u2019t enough.<\/p>\n
But as I grew, my father became more and more important to me\u2014he was the one person who would do anything for me.<\/p>\n
It was us against the entire world.<\/p>\n
But then when I was twelve, my father met Tanya at my school. She had a set of twins who were a grade above me, and they met at a school fundraiser.<\/p>\n
\u201cKayla, we\u2019re really spending our Saturday at your school?\u201d my father grumbled to me as he took one of the containers of cupcakes from the car.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s just for a few hours,\u201d I told him. \u201cAnd then we can leave. I know you and Uncle Jim want to watch the game on TV.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father laughed, and we walked to the football field with the baked goods. We set up everything, waiting for Bake Day to begin so that we could sell our cupcakes and head out.<\/p>\n
And then, Tanya and her twin girls, Allie and Avery, showed up, setting their containers of brownies next to mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, no!\u201d Tanya shrieked, almost dropping a container as she tripped on a tablecloth, causing my father to rush to her rescue.<\/p>\n
He caught the container, set it right, and helped unhook the piece of tablecloth that had caught on Tanya\u2019s shoe.<\/p>\n
That was the beginning of the end.<\/p>\n
My father and Tanya exchanged numbers, and by the end of the fundraiser, they had made plans to meet for dinner the following week.<\/p>\n
Two years later, they were married\u2014with Allie, Avery, and I as bridesmaids.<\/p>\n
And for once, I learned what it was like to have a mother.<\/p>\n
At first, things were fine\u2014Tanya did the necessary things for me.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust be careful,\u201d my grandmother told me. \u201cShe\u2019s just being nice because your father married her. Wait until the dust settles. But for your sake, my darling, I hope she\u2019s everything you need her to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was as if Gran\u2019s words had conjured the nasty side of Tanya. She went from being caring to losing the plot with me. I began to see the difference in how she treated me compared to the way she treated the twins.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry about it,\u201d my father said when we went for a run together\u2014recently, his cholesterol had been absolutely high, and as per doctor\u2019s orders, he had to start living a healthy life.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not the fact that the twins are getting new things,\u201d I said. \u201cIt\u2019s the fact that she doesn\u2019t even try to make me feel like I deserve them, either.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s been Tanya and the girls for a long time, love,\u201d my father said, stopping to catch his breath. \u201cThey only know each other.\u201d<\/p>\n
We walked back home, and my father told me that despite the way I felt, he would always be there for me.<\/p>\n
Until he wasn\u2019t\u2014just weeks after my 15th birthday, my father passed away from a heart attack in his own bed. The funeral was a blur, and I realized that I had no parents left. It was the way it was.<\/p>\n
Tanya cried her heart out at the funeral, putting on the biggest performance of her life\u2014showing all the guests that her tears equated to her love for my father.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can always come to me,\u201d my grandmother said, holding my hands at the burial.<\/p>\n
But I knew that I couldn\u2019t. My grandmother had gotten old and frail, and just before he died, my father had arranged for her to move into an old-age home so that she could be taken care of.<\/p>\n
As time went by, my grandmother\u2019s health was on a steady decline, and I knew that even if I considered moving in with her, she would need more care than I could give.<\/p>\n
A year passed, and I lived in the shadow of my former life\u2014my father\u2019s death had changed everything for her, including the fact that Tanya and her daughters treated me less like a family member and more like an inconvenience.<\/p>\n
All I did was clean around the house in between school.<\/p>\n
And then it was time for the twins\u2019 sweet sixteen birthday party.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re going to throw a big bash!\u201d Tanya said. \u201cWe need to celebrate my two girls.<\/p>\n
So, of course, an extravagant party was planned with my father\u2019s money\u2014money that was supposed to be for me and my dreams of college. The twins got new birthday outfits and the latest iPhones that they had been talking about for a while.<\/p>\n
A few months later, on my birthday, I wasn\u2019t exactly expecting a sweet sixteen\u2014but I did think that Tanya and the twins would do a fancy dinner and a cake.<\/p>\n
Or so I had hoped\u2014I just wanted to celebrate the moment and be cherished a little bit more. Because this was my first birthday without my father.<\/p>\n
But, of course, I was disappointed.<\/p>\n
On the morning of my birthday, I went down to the kitchen, holding onto the hope that my step-family cared about me and would show me exactly that.<\/p>\n
Instead, Tanya had a single cupcake on a plate.<\/p>\n
\u201cHappy Birthday, Kayla,\u201d she said. \u201cHere you go!\u201d<\/p>\n
And she proceeded to hand me my birthday present\u2014one of the twins\u2019 old school bags, with her name still stitched on the side.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is what you deserve,\u201d Tanya said. \u201cYour focus should only be on you and your studies, not about parties and boys.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was stunned. I couldn\u2019t understand what Tanya was about. I knew that she wasn\u2019t going to do anything big and special for me, but I really did think that she would have tried to make the day a little different.<\/p>\n
But my stepmother\u2019s message rang loud and clear: I was nothing more than a reminder of a past best forgotten.<\/p>\n
Alone, in my room, I cried for my late parents. I couldn\u2019t believe that I was alone. There was nothing familiar to me anymore, even the house was undergoing renovations because Tanya wanted something new.<\/p>\n
While my tears fell, I looked at the secondhand schoolbag, a symbol of my stepmother\u2019s disdain. I wouldn\u2019t let it define my worth.<\/p>\n
Instead, it became my motivation.<\/p>\n
For the next two years\u2014that bag became my world of defiance against the narrative they tried to impose on me.<\/p>\n
As high school progressed, my quiet determination began to pay off. I immersed myself in extracurriculars, aced competitions, and honed new skills.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re doing so well, Kayla,\u201d my homeroom teacher said. \u201cDespite the loss of your father. He would be so proud of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
When graduation came, I was not only at the top of my class but also awarded a full ride to a prestigious university.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, Allie and Avery wasted their advantages\u2014they used whatever Tanya had given them, and content with mediocrity, assured their inheritance would cushion every fall. But life, as I learned, favors the prepared.<\/p>\n
Now, years later, I\u2019m sitting in my father\u2019s house with a successful career launched straight out of college. I am one of the local vets\u2014the preferred favorite for most pets, and I\u2019m a household name, too.<\/p>\n
This past weekend was my high school reunion. I stood there, ready to deliver the keynote speech that I had spent hours writing, holding onto the school bag at my side.<\/p>\n
My stepsisters were sitting at a table at the back of the hall, each with their respective husbands.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo the woman who gave me this bag, thinking it was nothing more than what I deserved, thank you. You underestimated me, and that fueled my journey.\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched as my sisters exchanged glances, and as I stepped off the stage, I finally felt like I had gotten it right.<\/p>\n
What would you have done?<\/p>\n
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