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As Ruby walked home, the evening air filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, she felt a mix of emotions swirling within her. Pride and accomplishment wrestled with anxiety and trepidation.
She had stood up for herself and her art at the competition, but she knew her father's reaction wouldn't be pleasant.
As she approached the house, Ruby's heart sank. She could sense the tension emanating from within.
The front door creaked open, and her father's angry gaze met hers. "You're so selfish, Ruby," he spat, his voice venomous.
"You think only of yourself and your art. You're willing to sacrifice your family's well-being for your own ambitions."
Ruby stood tall, her voice firm. "I'm not being selfish, Father. I'm standing up for what's rightfully mine. You can't use me to get what you want." Her father's face turned red with rage, and Ruby felt a pang of fear.
"Fine. If you're so determined to put yourself first, then you're on your own. Pack your bags and leave. I won't have you living here and not assisting your siblings," he thundered.
Ruby's eyes welled up with tears as she protested, "But Father, I'm still your daughter. Don't I deserve to chase my own dreams?"
Her father's expression remained unyielding, his eyes cold and distant. "Your dreams can wait, Ruby. Your siblings' needs come first."
The words cut deep, and Ruby felt a surge of frustration and sadness. She knew she'd never win this argument, not with her father in this state.
With a heavy heart, Ruby turned and walked away, the weight of her father's disapproval settling in. As she packed her bags, tears streamed down her face, and she wondered what the future held.
As she stepped out into the night, she thought about Ethan and Emily, who had stood by, silent and unmoving, as their father ordered Ruby out of the house.
Meanwhile, Victoria watched from the window, her eyes following Ruby's retreating figure as she disappeared into the night. A mix of emotions swirled within her – sadness, guilt, and helplessness.
She felt a pang of regret, wondering if things would be different for Ruby if she had made different choices 24 years ago.
As Victoria's thoughts drifted back to the past, she remembered the sound of laughter coming from the ward next to hers, a sense of joy and camaraderie that seemed to permeate the air.
Her memories were vivid, but the pain and regret lingered.
Michael's footsteps approaching broke the silence, and Victoria turned to face him, her eyes meeting his angry gaze. "You're just going to let her go, like that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Michael's expression didn't change. "She's made her choice," he said, his voice cold and detached. "She's chosen herself over her family. I won't stand for it."
Victoria felt a surge of sadness and frustration. She knew that Michael's anger and disappointment were rooted in more than just Ruby's decision.
There were deeper issues at play, issues that had been simmering for years. "I think we should talk about this later," Victoria said, trying to keep her voice calm. "When we're both feeling calmer."
Michael's gaze lingered on hers for a moment before he turned and walked away, leaving Victoria to wonder what the future held for their family and for Ruby.
Ruby walked alone in the darkness, the city lights casting long shadows behind her. She felt lost and uncertain, but then her phone buzzed with a text message from the art competition organizers. "Congratulations, Ruby! We're impressed by your talent. Consider this a token of our appreciation." Attached to the message was a photo of a bank transfer confirmation, showing a substantial amount of money credited to Ruby's account.
Ruby's eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. She had provided her account details during the competition registration process, and it seemed the organizers had followed through on their promise to recognize talented artists like her. With newfound hope, Ruby pulled out her phone and dialed Ava's number, hoping her friend would answer.
After a few rings, Ava's voice came through, warm and welcoming. "Hey, girl! What's up?" Ava asked, noticing Ruby's number on her screen.
"Hey, Ava," Ruby said, her voice shaking slightly. "I need your help. My father drove me out of the house, and I don't know where to go."
Ava's tone immediately turned serious. "Oh, Ruby, what happened? Come over to my place. You can stay with me. I'm sure Mark and Vida wouldn't mind."
Ruby felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Thank you, Ava. I really appreciate it." She hailed a taxi and headed to Ava's house, feeling a sense of hope and uncertainty about what the future held.
As Ruby stepped into Ava's home, she was enveloped in a warm and welcoming atmosphere.
The aroma of freshly brewed tea wafted through the air, and the soft glow of lamps created a cozy ambiance.
Mark and Vida, Ava's brother and sister-in-law, greeted her with kind smiles and open arms having been informed about her situation.
Despite the late hour, they ushered Ruby in, offering her a cup of tea and a comfortable place to sit.
Ava listened intently as Ruby recounted her story, her eyes filled with empathy and understanding.
Ruby poured out her heart, sharing the details of her argument with her father and the pain of being rejected by her own family.
Ava's expression reflected her concern, and she nodded encouragingly as Ruby spoke...
...
Meanwhile, in a different part of the city, Liam sat at home, his mind wandering to Ruby's story.
He imagined the passion and determination she must have had to stand up for her art, despite the challenges she faced.
Liam's curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself replaying the moments Ruby must have experienced, from preparing for the competition to facing her father's disapproval.
As he sat there, he thought about his own struggles.
A sense of solidarity formed in his heart, and he felt an inexplicable connection to this talented artist....