After I Left, Everyone Who Bullied Me Regretted It

I don't know if my dad counts as a good father. He was good to my younger brother, but he treated me worse than anyone. He forced me to eat food I hated, slapped me whenever he got angry, and called me the vilest names. I thought he must hate me. I'd kept that thought buried deep inside for years. But later, after I died from depression brought on by bullying at school, my soul drifted above my body. My father, who had always treated me with indifference, had red eyes and was losing his mind. 1. "Xiaoran, stop playing on your phone and come eat!" My dad's gentle voice came through my bedroom door...