She suggested they torture me for a while longer and said it would be boring if they dealt with it too quickly.
The more my dad doted on her, the more he hated me. "Let's not talk about her. She's annoying!"
I floated to the side and noticed the fierceness in Alice's eyes.
She was not simple at all but was cruel and heartless.
I should have confirmed it when my mother passed away.
That year, I was a freshman in college.
My dad was very busy with work and often went on missions.
My mom was a university teacher and had a lot of free time. She was planning to celebrate my getting into college.
But my dad called and said that Alice was ill. There was no need to celebrate being admitted to college. He asked my mom to take care of Alice first.
I didn't want to. Alice was a girl sponsored by my parents, not their biological daughter.
There were doctors in the orphanage where Alice lived.
My mom comforted me. She told me to go home first and she would be back as soon as possible. We could celebrate later.
I waited at home for the whole night but neither of them came back.
Later, I found out that Alice caught a cold. She wouldn't let go of my mom and my dad accompanied her after work.