The Father Who Sold His Daughter

After my father's stroke left him unsteady on his feet, he moved in with me.

I made him pay three thousand a month in rent and two thousand for care. On top of that, he did the laundry and mopped the floors. I didn't let him sit idle.

Once, I caught him slacking off. I shoved him toward the door and drove him out, and only stopped when he was crying and begging my forgiveness.

At dinner, my father's hand trembled and he dropped a single grain of rice.

I dumped his whole bowl into the toilet. No food for him today. That was his punishment.