Dear Dad, Do You Know That Stepmother Is A Devil?1
My mom was a ghost.
She had been by my side for fifteen years.
Once again, she started crying and wailing, “They’re only being nice to you because they want to turn you into your stepmother’s backup blood supply!”
I finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Mom, I wasn’t as naive as you!”
She looked shocked. “You… you can see me?”
I nodded, and her eyes widened even more.
I watched as my dad slapped my stepmother hard, twice, and yelled, “Go donate blood for my daughter, right now!”
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When I was fifteen, I won a national gold medal for my essay.
I ran back to the villa, waving the magazine and excitedly calling out for my parents.
A woman floated beside me, circling in excitement.
But when she read the essay, she suddenly burst into tears.
“Sienna, you foolish child, wake up!”
“They’re only being nice to you because they want to turn you into your stepmother’s backup blood supply, so they can drain you whenever she needs it!”
Her anger was so intense it almost messed up my hair.
I finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Mom, stop it!”
“You really think I’m as naive as you?”
She looked stunned. “You… you can see me?”