I'm a very fair person. My sister slapped me, and I beat her so badly that even my parents wouldn't recognize her. My parents locked me in the basement to reflect on my actions. After reflecting three times, I concluded: [I did nothing wrong, I suffered, I just wanted fairness.] When I came out, I locked one of them on the balcony to be exposed to the sun, and the other in the car overnight. They cursed me, saying I was crazy, and threatened to send me to an electroshock therapy center. I told them that unless I died inside, they would all go in with knives and come out with knives. After that, my whole family became fair. Until a girl came in with...
