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My Villain Origin Story WT-20
The Day I Stopped Showing Up
When I was somewhere between seven and ten, during a summer vacation, I was entrusted to an adult relative who, by virtue of our relationship, was supposed to be very responsible for me. Let’s call them A, for Antagonist.
One evening, I was having tea and snacks with A while we chatted about random things. When I mentioned wanting to visit another relative, A asked me:
“Why do you care about them so much? They aren’t even your real _____ . That person was adopted by _____.”
Let’s call the adopted person B, for Beloved, and the person who adopted C, for Compassionate.
I was stunned and tearful, but I didn’t respond. I simply went quiet and silently cried myself to sleep that night.
I never spoke about it again. Nor did I behave any differently towards B, because B had always been loving and benevolent towards me. I was B’s beloved too.
Over the years, I grew closer to B while gradually realising more about A and distancing myself from them. I was always by B’s side during health issues, often as a favourite bystander and babysitter.
B passed away due to illness when I was nineteen. That was when I finally asked B’s adopted sibling…
