Her apartment was far from the university campus—about a twenty-minute walk. It was exhausting, but she had no other choice.
Life had never been easy for Daisy.
She was only eight years old when she lost her mother. After that, it was just her and her father.
For a while, things were manageable.
But when she turned twelve, everything changed.
Her father remarried.
From that moment on, the house stopped feeling like home.
Living with her stepmother was like living in hell.
And things only became worse the day she lost her father too.
That night was one Daisy would never forget.
The street outside was cold and silent. Everyone was asleep.
It was already past 2 a.m. when her stepmother woke her up violently and ordered her to leave the house.
At first Daisy thought it was a joke.
But then she saw the knife.
The sharp blade was pressed against her neck.
"If you don't leave this house right now," her stepmother whispered coldly, "I will kill you."
Daisy didn't argue.
She didn't cry.
She simply ran.
As fast as her legs could carry her.
She ran through empty streets, through darkness, through fear. Minutes turned into hours.
By the time it was 5 a.m., Daisy was still running.
Finally, her body gave up.
She collapsed on the roadside.
When she slowly regained consciousness, she noticed a small crowd gathered around her, whispering with concern.
Her face was pale.
Her body weak.
But the pain inside her heart was far worse.
Without saying a word, she pushed herself to her feet and walked past them. Across the road, she bought water from a roadside seller and drank slowly.
From that day onward, surviving became her only goal.
Life was never easy after that.
Sometimes her best efforts were still not enough. Sometimes the pain felt unbearable, and death even seemed like a peaceful escape.
But somehow… life kept pushing her to keep going.
Some days the journey felt endless.
Other days it felt like blessings were just around the corner.
Eventually, Daisy managed to rent a tiny space where she started selling small chops to survive.
The money wasn't much.
It wasn't enough for comfort.
But it was enough to live.
Enough to pay rent.
Enough to give her a chance to attend the university and build a future for herself.
And now, here she was.
Still fighting.
Still surviving.
Because university life isn't only about passing exams.
It's about the experiences.
The struggles.
The growth.
It's where we learn, where we build ourselves, and where we try not to lose who we truly are while chasing the future we dream about.
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