When I was ten, my older sister was crushed to death by a truck while saving me.
From then on, Mom and Dad hated me.
They thought I was the one who had caused her death.
Before I turned ten, I was the most beloved little princess in the family.
I loved gemstones, so my parents bought the star jewel at an auction and gave it to me as a present.
I wanted to learn to dance, so they hired the best dancer to teach me.
Mom and Dad loved me, and my sister always spoiled me too.
Until the year I turned ten, when my sister was crushed to death by a truck while saving me.
From then on, I became the family’s sinner.
They wouldn’t let me sleep in a bed. Every night, they made me kneel on the floor and repent for my crimes.
Whenever my sister’s death anniversary came around, they would beat me with canes so I would never forget my sins.
Later, they found a girl who looked a lot like my sister.
They made her take my sister’s place and punish me.
Then, when I was on the verge of death from their torment, a voice suddenly spoke.
“You’re so pathetic. Did I save you just so they could torture you?”
