She picked up the lucky doll and threw it at me. "Just a dead thing, it's so dirty! I'll give it back to you, but don't hit someone like a madman!"
The pottery doll fell to the ground and instantly shattered into pieces.
The blessing and my name that my mother had written in the doll's belly were also shattered into pieces, unrecognizable.
Camile's sharp and vicious appearance overlapped with her childhood's.
At that time, my mother had just passed away and my father could not wait to bring Camile and her mother into the house.
In front of others, Camile was a good and well-behaved girl, but behind others she turned into a devil.
She always pretended to be pitiful and acted like a spoiled child in front of my father to take away things from me. However, the next day she destroyed them one by one and then put the blame on me.
The last time, she secretly stole my father and her mother's marriage certificate and scribbled a big black turtle on it.
"Dad, Hermione wants to kick me and mom out ...."
As a result, my father threw me back to my grandmother's house and ignored me for twenty years.
My saddest and most aggrieved times were always spent with the doll.
"Get out! Get out now!"