Since I was a child, my parents sent me to live with my grandma in the countryside for care.
In fact, it was not that my family didn't have the money to hire a nanny to take care of me, but after my younger brother was born, all their energy and all their love were diverted to his side.
The night before I left, my mother, Susan Harrington, said, "Girls who are raised in a more independent manner tend to be stronger. They can handle things on their own instead of crying and running back home to seek their parents' help."
She was right, and I could definitely handle everything.
I was capable of fighting and had been a school bully since childhood.
Suddenly, I remembered the first time when the teacher called Diane in junior high school, she hunched over and kept saying, "Bella is so adorable and well-behaved like a kitten. How could she hit her classmates? Is she being bullied by others?"
No matter how much trouble I caused, she always felt that I was the little girl who was bullied.
I hung up the phone with a smile, only to find that my whole body was sore. As I turned over, I felt like my bones almost were broken.
This was the backlash after going crazy.