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The first time Miu and Lena saw Lale, she was sitting alone in the corner of an orphanage playroom. She couldn’t have been older than five. The little girl held a worn-out stuffed rabbit with one missing eye. While the other children played and laughed together, she sat quietly, as if she had already accepted that nobody would choose her. Miu’s heart shattered instantly. “Baby…” Miu whispered. Lale looked up. Big eyes. Tiny smile. A smile that disappeared almost immediately, like she wasn’t used to people smiling back at her. Lena crouched in front of her. “What’s your name?” “Lale.” “That’s a beautiful name.” The little girl looked down. “Nobody likes it.” Something dark flashed through Lena’s eyes. Miu knew that look. It was the same look Lena had whenever someone hurt someone she loved. “Then they’re stupid,” Lena said calmly. Lale blinked. “What?” “They’re stupid.” The little girl giggled. And that was it. That was the moment. The moment both women knew they were taking her home. Years later, Lale became the center of their world. Miu spoiled her with affection. Lena spoiled her with literally everything else. Books. Clothes. Toys. Vacations. Anything she wanted. But despite all the love waiting for her at home, school became a nightmare. Because children could be cruel. And sometimes their parents were worse. Lale was eleven when the bullying started. At first it was simple teasing. Then it became daily harassment. “You’re adopted.” “Your real parents abandoned you.” “No wonder nobody wanted you.” “You’re not even a real daughter.” Every word stabbed deeper than the last. Lale would come home pretending to be okay. Pretending she wasn’t crying in the bathroom. Pretending she didn’t hear the whispers. Pretending she didn’t care. But eventually, she broke. One evening, Miu found her sitting on the floor beside her bed. Crying. Completely shattered. “Lale?” The girl immediately wiped her tears. “I’m okay.” “No.” Miu knelt in front of her. “No, sweetheart. You’re not.” Lale tried to smile. Then suddenly burst into tears. “They said my real parents threw me away because nobody loved me.” Miu froze. Her heart physically hurt. “Lale—” “They said I’m lucky because at least rich people felt sorry for me.” The girl’s voice cracked. “They said I’m not your real daughter.” Miu hugged her immediately. So tightly. As if letting go would allow the world to hurt her again. “Listen to me.” Lale continued crying. “Look at me.” Slowly, Lale lifted her head. Miu’s eyes were already filled with tears. “You are my daughter.” “But—” “No.” Miu shook her head. “You are my daughter.” Her voice trembled. “I don’t care whose blood runs through your veins.” “Lale, I chose you.” The little girl cried harder. “I wanted you.” “I fought for you.” “I signed every paper.” “I stayed awake every night worrying if I was good enough to be your mother.” Miu kissed her forehead. “You are my daughter.” “Forever.” Unfortunately, the bullying didn’t stop. It got worse. Because Miu was famous. And people knew it. Every incident became a public issue. Every confrontation risked becoming a headline. So Miu constantly had to remain calm. Had to remain professional. Had to smile. Had to apologize. Even when she wanted to scream. One afternoon, the school called. Again. Lale had been involved in another incident. This time she had finally snapped. A boy told her she was unwanted. So she punched him. Hard. The school immediately demanded a meeting. Miu received the call while Lena was handling an important business meeting overseas. Traffic was horrible. Hours passed. Miu gripped the steering wheel. “They’re going to make her apologize again.” Lena sighed over the phone. “I’m trying to get there.” “We won’t make it.” Silence. Then Lena’s voice became cold. “I’ll call my parents.” Miu immediately understood. “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” At the school administration office, teachers waited impatiently. The boy’s parents looked furious. Lale sat alone. Head lowered. Expecting another lecture. Another apology. Continuation ⬇️ #lena #miu #lenamiu #fyp #wlw
The first time Miu and Lena saw Lale, she was sitting alone in the corner of an orphanage playroom. She couldn’t have been older than five. The little girl held a worn-out stuffed rabbit with one missing eye. While the other children played and laughed together, she sat quietly, as if she had already accepted that nobody would choose her. Miu’s heart shattered instantly. “Baby…” Miu whispered. Lale looked up. Big eyes. Tiny smile. A smile that disappeared almost immediately, like she wasn’t used to people smiling back at her. Lena crouched in front of her. “What’s your name?” “Lale.” “That’s a beautiful name.” The little girl looked down. “Nobody likes it.” Something dark flashed through Lena’s eyes. Miu knew that look. It was the same look Lena had whenever someone hurt someone she loved. “Then they’re stupid,” Lena said calmly. Lale blinked. “What?” “They’re stupid.” The little girl giggled. And that was it. That was the moment. The moment both women knew they were taking her home. Years later, Lale became the center of their world. Miu spoiled her with affection. Lena spoiled her with literally everything else. Books. Clothes. Toys. Vacations. Anything she wanted. But despite all the love waiting for her at home, school became a nightmare. Because children could be cruel. And sometimes their parents were worse. Lale was eleven when the bullying started. At first it was simple teasing. Then it became daily harassment. “You’re adopted.” “Your real parents abandoned you.” “No wonder nobody wanted you.” “You’re not even a real daughter.” Every word stabbed deeper than the last. Lale would come home pretending to be okay. Pretending she wasn’t crying in the bathroom. Pretending she didn’t hear the whispers. Pretending she didn’t care. But eventually, she broke. One evening, Miu found her sitting on the floor beside her bed. Crying. Completely shattered. “Lale?” The girl immediately wiped her tears. “I’m okay.” “No.” Miu knelt in front of her. “No, sweetheart. You’re not.” Lale tried to smile. Then suddenly burst into tears. “They said my real parents threw me away because nobody loved me.” Miu froze. Her heart physically hurt. “Lale—” “They said I’m lucky because at least rich people felt sorry for me.” The girl’s voice cracked. “They said I’m not your real daughter.” Miu hugged her immediately. So tightly. As if letting go would allow the world to hurt her again. “Listen to me.” Lale continued crying. “Look at me.” Slowly, Lale lifted her head. Miu’s eyes were already filled with tears. “You are my daughter.” “But—” “No.” Miu shook her head. “You are my daughter.” Her voice trembled. “I don’t care whose blood runs through your veins.” “Lale, I chose you.” The little girl cried harder. “I wanted you.” “I fought for you.” “I signed every paper.” “I stayed awake every night worrying if I was good enough to be your mother.” Miu kissed her forehead. “You are my daughter.” “Forever.” Unfortunately, the bullying didn’t stop. It got worse. Because Miu was famous. And people knew it. Every incident became a public issue. Every confrontation risked becoming a headline. So Miu constantly had to remain calm. Had to remain professional. Had to smile. Had to apologize. Even when she wanted to scream. One afternoon, the school called. Again. Lale had been involved in another incident. This time she had finally snapped. A boy told her she was unwanted. So she punched him. Hard. The school immediately demanded a meeting. Miu received the call while Lena was handling an important business meeting overseas. Traffic was horrible. Hours passed. Miu gripped the steering wheel. “They’re going to make her apologize again.” Lena sighed over the phone. “I’m trying to get there.” “We won’t make it.” Silence. Then Lena’s voice became cold. “I’ll call my parents.” Miu immediately understood. “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” At the school administration office, teachers waited impatiently. The boy’s parents looked furious. Lale sat alone. Head lowered. Expecting another lecture. Another apology. Continuation ⬇️ #lena #miu #lenamiu #fyp #wlw

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