After My Parents Drove Me to My Death, They Regretted It

From the day I was born, my parents hated me with all their hearts.

I wanted a princess dress, but my mother bought me a shroud.

When my teacher said I had a gift for playing piano, my father smashed one of my fingers.

They loved seeing me suffer, so they urged my younger sister to take everything from me.

Then my sister stole my fiancé.

But it was my mother's palm that struck my face.

"What are you crying for? A piece of trash like you doesn't deserve love. You should have died ages ago!"

But when news of my death arrived, my mother clutched my ID card and refused to let go.

She said she really wanted to love me properly, just once.