Love Yourself More Than Your DaughterChapter 1 Rebirth

I worked three jobs every day, pouring my heart and soul into my daughter's ballet training so she could become the youngest principal dancer.

When she won international awards and basked in the glory, she turned to the camera and accused me of having a toxic grip on her life.

"My mom is a monster. Ever since I was little, she wouldn't let me eat enough, and she would either hit me or scold me.

"She controlled who I could be friends with and ruined my relationships. I'm deeply traumatized, and there were so many times I wanted to end it all.

"Now, I can finally break free from her."

It was then I realized that the daughter I cherished so much actually hated me to the core.

The internet tore me apart, and I lost my job and health. In the end, I was pushed into oncoming traffic by my daughter's fans.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment when my daughter cried and said she didn't want to dance anymore.

I smiled softly. "Okay."

I watched as my daughter quit the dance team, started dating that blonde kid, and pursued the freedom she craved.

But, she regretted it.

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"Mom, I don't want to dance anymore. So what if I gained seven pounds? The teacher made me do 100 jumping jacks!

"Please, just let me be free.

"If you still make me go, I'll... I'll just end it all!"

When my daughter, Ruby Allen, started whining before me, I could hardly believe it. I had been reborn.

The gut-wrenching pain of being crushed under those wheels was still fresh in my mind. My body trembled uncontrollably.

In my past life, I died with so much unresolved.

I had married the wrong man, Samuel Allen, a real scumbag.

After he cheated, I was left alone to raise Ruby.

When Ruby was five, she would watch the kids in ballet class with envy. She said her dream was to dance ballet.

I enrolled her in a training class, and the teacher immediately recognized her talent.

To give her a better future, I worked hard to afford her art lessons, even though I was just an average office worker.

I worked three jobs daily, not only covering her expensive training fees but also buying her the best dancewear.

Dancers have to maintain strict control over their weight.

To help her, I carefully prepared balanced meals that would fill her up while keeping her in shape.