"I turned ten, and Mom cried, saying she couldn't bear it anymore. She told me to seize any opportunity to escape and find Grandma and Grandpa. I was so scared."
"One night, Mom was abused to death. Her eyes were still open when she died, and there were maggots crawling on her body."
"Dad married another mom. He pointed at me on the bed and told her that I was a vegetable and wouldn't live much longer, so I wouldn't become a burden to them. It was only then that I realized I could hear them when I took the medicine, but I couldn't move or speak."
"I might not be able to continue writing in the diary. My whole body hurts, and they have also broken my leg because I discovered their secret. Mom wasn't the first one to be abused to death, and I might not be the last."
The diary came to an abrupt end on this page.
These few pages recorded the tragic lives of two people, and as if I had personally experienced it all, a chilling coldness ran through my body, and my heart ached intensely.
I couldn't bear to imagine what the little girl who claimed to be my daughter had gone through. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
I held the diary tightly and couldn't snap out of it. It couldn't be proven, but the things she recorded had traces that could be followed.
Perhaps, it had traveled through time and space to save me!
When I walked out of the room after composing myself, Felix sprang up from the sofa, concerned.
"Baby, you haven't eaten anything all afternoon. You must be hungry. I cooked two small dishes. Come and have some."
My parents exchanged a glance and then retreated to their own room, giving us space.
I was indeed hungry, so I sat at the table and watched as Felix efficiently served the meal.
Until then, I had always thought he was the perfect boyfriend.
He remembered my birthday and all the important holidays, always preparing gifts for me.
He considered the fact that I stood for long periods during classes and would give me a foot bath and a massage at night.
Even if we had differing opinions and argued about something, he would always be the first to apologize.
He even accompanied my dad on fishing trips and helped my mom choose which outfit suited her best.
At that moment, a hint of doubt crept into my mind: Could there really be such a perfect man in the world, and that he had crossed paths with someone as ordinary as me?