Whenever my stepsister bullied and humiliated me, I imagined someone coming to save me.
The next time she dragged me into the bathroom, pinned my head down, and made me drink from the toilet, the door was kicked open.
The hero I had imagined had come to save me, except she was a girl.
She held an iron bar, a lollipop dangling from her mouth, and grinned at me. "Wen Yi, why was your life so miserable when you were young?"
I didn't understand what she meant, but she kicked Wen Yu aside and pulled me out of that cramped, suffocating space.
Breathing hard, she leaned against the wall, smiling brightly, tears glistening in her eyes.
Turning to look at me, she said, "Mom, you were such a coward when you were young. How did you find the nerve to stand up to Dad later?"
