When my father died, my dreams died with him. My mother could barely feed us, and going to school felt like chasing the wind. Then my father’s younger brother, Uncle B, came into the picture. He promised to see me through school until I wore my graduation gown.
He paid my fees, sent me money. I respected him like my own father.
But two months before graduation, everything took a dark turn. he called and said he wanted to. Click this now to unlock the complete story—don’t miss a thing!
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