Family Ends Here, For Eternity — Novel

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In the shadow of a family kitchen filled with the aroma of baked goods, Sylvia struggles to find her place. A simple breakfast of croissants ignites a fierce rivalry with her sister, Melody, revealing a tangled web of jealousy and longing. As she fights for her mother's attention, Sylvia is left to grapple with the sting of favoritism, feeling like an unwelcome guest in her own home. How much can one heart endure before it shatters?

When a seemingly mundane meal spirals into a confrontation, Sylvia's feelings of neglect explode. Her mother's harsh words cut deep, and the once warm kitchen becomes a battleground of emotions. With every glance at her sister’s overflowing plate, Sylvia's resentment simmers, leaving her to question the very fabric of their family bond. Is there room for love if it’s not shared equally?

As secrets simmer beneath the surface, Sylvia must confront not just her sister but the truth about her mother’s love. Will she find the strength to stand up for herself, or will she remain trapped in a cycle of comparison and heartbreak? In a world where family ties can either bind or break, Sylvia's journey is just beginning.

Family Ends Here, For EternityChapter 1

In the morning, my mother baked a full tray of croissants, but I only got to eat two.

The rest were all store-bought frozen croissants.

So, I complained, “Mom, could I get more fresh baked croissants?”

My mother frowned and scolded me as she heard that, “Are you some kind of glutton reincarnated?”

“You've already finished everything and now you want more? Look at your sister—she's not nearly as greedy as you."

I glanced at my sister's plate, which still held plenty of croissants and argued, "But I only ate two, while Melody ate sixteen."

My mother flew into a rage. She scolded me while packing up the remaining croissants for my sister to take away.

"You even counted how many croissants your sister ate? You're so calculating!"

Calculating?

How could she call me by that when she wouldn't even give me the croissants that were left on Melody's plate?

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My sister, Melody Lester, rarely got a long weekend off, so my mother decided to make fresh baked croissants.

The key to making croissants lied in the layers of the pastry.

Early in the morning, I helped her to get some ingredients in the supermarket and prepared the dishes.