In the end, my parents were just making excuses for their failure. Since I returned to this family, my parents had thrown my sister to me to be taken care of. Ever since she was a child, Olivia had a bad temper and liked to find my fault. Not only that, she would also beat and kick me.
If I defended myself even a little bit, my parents would beat and scold me severely. But if I didn’t defend myself, Olivia would make lies. It had always been like that. Not giving me food, locking me up in a small dark room and being punished to stand or kneel on the balcony on snowy days were all my daily routine.
Once I had a high fever and cried and begged them not to punish me. My father said I was pretending to be sick as he grabbed my hair and threw me out the door. That night, I almost froze to death outside.
When they needed me to go to a gathering with relatives and friends, they would put on beautiful clothes for me and gently say that those punishments were just them trying to give me lessons. They would threaten to leave me if I told anyone about their mistreatment of me.