"We've lived together for so many years. Even if he doesn't love us, doesn't he have any sense of responsibility? You are his daughter! Did he ever think... what would happen to us after he left?"
As she spoke, she started crying again.
I patted her, noticing how her once proud back now trembled, appearing so thin and fragile.
"Mom, divorce Dad. I am confident that you will win. I will always be with you.
"He doesn't love us, and we don't love him. No one is indispensable!"
Mom looked up, her eyes swollen and red, and nodded gently.
I was afraid that Mom might still soften her heart, so I confessed my experience of being reborn.
After Mom's death, I was left alone and helpless.
Dad, knowing that Mom had died after paying off the debt, came back flaunting his life with Tammy and her child.
Grandma had always favored boys over girls, and Dad had a preference for them too.
I was relegated to sleeping in a storage closet and was fed leftovers.
It was even worse when I competed in a school physics competition with Tammy's child, Louis Dunbar, and Dad tampered with the scores to secure a recommendation for him.
I was bullied by thugs, burned with cigarette butts, carved with a knife on my back, and ultimately beaten to death.
All of this was orchestrated by Louis.
Yet, Dad twisted the truth, claiming I had died accidentally, and hurriedly cremated me.
As the flames roared, I heard his final words.
"She's as foolish as her mother."
I poured out all the grievances from my previous life.
Mom was stunned for a long time after hearing everything.
I knew she hadn't slept that night, but I also knew that a fierce determination was awakening within her.
While she might tolerate harm against herself, she would reveal her sharpest claws and ensure that those who hurt her child would be utterly destroyed.
The next morning, Dad arrived at our house with Grandma.
Without saying a word, Grandma began throwing our belongings outside.
She yelled, "Get out! You've been mooching off my son for years—you've got too much from us!"
Mom and I watched calmly as she raged.
Dad stood by, mocking, "Mom, don't tire yourself out. You'll just dirty your hands."
Mom took out her phone and started snapping pictures. "I'm documenting everything. You'll be paying for any damages, every last cent."
Grandma snatched Mom's cell phone and threw it to the ground.