At 17, I was shoved into a cold, unfinished basement while my younger brother, Daniel, enjoyed a large, bright room. My parents’ unfair treatment made me feel like the black sheep. Determined to transform the basement into my own space, I worked after school, redecorating with the help of my Aunt Teresa. It became a sanctuary, and just as I finished, my parents demanded rent for it. Frustrated, I agreed, but when my aunt introduced me to an interior designer, Ava, she offered me an internship. This opportunity changed my life, leading to a full scholarship for design.
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