They found a psychologist to help me with counseling. They contacted the best beauty salon to get scar removal surgery.
The attentive Shawn was the first to notice the whip marks on my back and my missing teeth. When he learned they were from my adoptive parents beating me, he burst into tears.
He held my hand and said, "Sharon, I'm sorry."
There was no play for favoritism. Everyone in the family did their best to treat us equally. Whatever Shawn had, I also had. Whatever Shawn didn’t have, they would bring it to me if I ask.
Although I could always sense a slight barrier between us, I was content with this life of well-fed, well-dressed and loved.
Seeing this, Sheryl clenched her fists.
"Sharon, I knew you had bad intentions. My parents and Shawn were so kind to you back then, but you... After all these years, you're still trying to provoke me with that lousy painting. Sharon, you're so shameless! You deserve a horrible death!"
Sheryl stood up angrily, intending to smash the videotape. But the second before her fist fell, she froze in her tracks. Because, in the video, I had revealed a second painting.