He constantly reminded me that he had a legal obligation to support me, but once I turned eighteen, it was time for me to fend for myself. He no longer had any responsibility to provide for me.
He always saw me as an annoyance, a thorn in his side.
He believed I was the one responsible for my mother's death, and as a sinner, I didn't deserve to stay at home.
Yoko was incredibly clever and knew how to manipulate people's emotions.
She saw my father working hard and gently massaged his shoulders. "Dad, you've been working so hard. I missed you so much today. Are you tired from work? Let me pour you a glass of water."
My father was very happy. "I am so lucky to have such a considerate daughter."
But he often forgot that I was his biological daughter.
My father received a photo on his phone, a picture of a bag filled with dismembered body parts.
Accompanying it was a threatening message!
"I've received a message from the criminal, along with more photos of the remaining victim's body. Locate this number now!"
He was completely unaware that the person in the photo was me.
That day, while I was on my way to school, I was kidnapped by a criminal.