The Abuse That Saved My Life

On my eighth birthday, I wore the princess dress my mom had sewn for me with her own hands and made a wish under my whole family's love.

Mom held me and said I was her most precious baby.

But overnight, it was like my mom had been replaced by an evil ghost.

She cut off my long hair and cut up all my princess dresses.

She transferred me from an expensive private school to the worst elementary school in the city.

Dad asked her if she had lost her mind.

Mom only said coldly, "I regret giving birth to her."