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The car came to a halt in front of a mansion—a tall glorious white building settled upon a thousand acres of land.
From the towering trees to the lush green grass, the water fountain to the double door entrance, it looked like houses used in Hollywood movies.
I stepped out of the car, my luggage in my right hand as I stared around, admiring the landscape.
It was nice. Obviously, my mother would be earning more, but it also meant she would be working more.
I ascended the steps and pressed the doorbell, its chime piercing through the tranquil atmosphere.
The door cracked open, and as my mother's eyes met mine, she flung the door open and pulled me into a hug.
“Betty,” she yelped, her voice bubbling, her hand so tight squeezing the air out of my lungs.
I dropped my bag on
