The Girl Who I Sponsored for Three Years Replaced My Identity1
For three years, I had been supporting a girl in all means, covering all her education and living expenses. But now, she’s flaunting designer brands and parades around in expensive heels, all while holding hands with my utterly useless boyfriend. She had the nerve to mock me. When she called me “unwanted and worthless,” I immediately cut off her financial support. The very next day, she was at my doorstep, begging for forgiveness.
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“Uncle…”
She appeared again, the same girl who had tried to buy me off just the day before. But now, she was on her knees, clutching my leg, pleading desperately.
Never had she imagined that she would ever surrender to my dare to “say uncle”. Life sure has a twisted sense of humor. But let me take you back a few years to where this all began.
One day, feeling bored and idly surfing the internet, I stumbled upon a funding website filled with profiles of many students in need.
With some extra cash on hand and a whim in my heart, I decided to support one of them—a girl whose name caught my attention. Each month, I sent her a steady 1,370 dollars.