"You're just a bastard with a life but no one to raise you!
"Even if you get into the best universities, I won't spend a dime on your education!"
Sienna's rough, mud-caked fingers jabbed at my forehead, her face twisted in rage, spitting curses at me as if she wanted to poke a hole in my head.
I hadn't eaten breakfast, let alone lunch.
Already dizzy with hunger, I lost my balance and fell into the sweet potato patch beside me.
A sharp snapping sound came from behind me as my body crushed a large swathe of sweet potato plants.
Seeing this, Sienna had even more reason to blame me. She raised her hand to slap my face.
"You little bastard, you did this on purpose!"
"You deliberately wanted to make me angry, deliberately wanted to ruin the sweet potatoes I worked so hard to grow!"
The fierce wind of her palm rushed towards my face. I closed my eyes in resignation, waiting for Sienna's next round of beating.
I was not a masochist; I didn't enjoy being beaten.
I wanted to fight back, but I was too hungry to move. Once I lay down, I didn't want to move an inch.