"You guys have to learn from me. My son refused to go to school last year, so I broke his legs. He's been well-behaved now. And my daughter ran away from home. She was caught and beaten and she's been well-behaved too now. You are just too spoiled and concerned about your children. If you do that, they will just ride on your heads and shit on you!"
Hearing the words of the three of them, my father breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Damian then pointed at me with a serious expression.
"These three days, no food, no water! You can only let her go if she asks to go to campus!"
"She's already in college, yet she's still so sentimental! If you don't have mercy on her, you'll ruin her life!"
Darlene nodded at the words.
"I see. I'm fine. It's just that Richard always soft-hearted to his daughter."
She gave her husband a glare as she spoke. Richard had intended to persuade her, but now he dared not say a word.
In a minutes later, she turned on the TV and played an online English class.
"Olivia, even if you're hanging upside down, you have to keep studying and not fall behind on your studies.'
"Everyone is racing against time. You've already been absent from campus for a week. Do you know how far behind you are? What will you do if you have to delay graduation?"
"Don't blame us for being ruthless. We're all doing it for your own good."
I had been hanging for an hour and I felt uncomfortable.
"Mom, please let me go ...."
Her face changed immediately and she slapped me.
"You are such a pretentious shit!! I tried to talk to you in a nice way, but you didn't listen and insisted on being a loser!"
"I'm telling you, as long as you don't die from studying, then study till you die. Don't give me excuses! Bullying or depression? Bah! I don't believe in any of that!"
My parents and uncles were so busy drinking and enjoying their meal that they ignored me.
My five-year-old brother, Oliver Leander, sneaked over, stuffed a candy into my hand and touched my face with his little hands.
"Hey, Olivia, do you feel pain?"
"I'll give you a whoosh ...."
Oliver blew on me, trying to make me feel better.
"Oliver, don't bother with your sister! She's just a useless person!"
Hearing our mother curse, the little boy had no choice but to walk away in grievance.
Since I was a child, the word "useless" and "loser" had always followed me.
My mother was a kind and loving mother outside, but a cold demon at home.