As far back as I can remember, my stepmother has always hated me. When I was born, my parents divorced, and I followed my father. My father remarried and found a stepmother for me, but my stepmother didn't know. I knew that she was not my biological mother.
She never beat or scolded me in front of my father, and she pretended to love me very much. She threatened me to prevent him from showing her bad side.
So in dad's eyes, stepmother has always been an amiable person.
But I want to be a free flower, I don't want to be a caged bird. How can a bird with broken wings still fly?
Purpose: Tell me about my experiences before I was 18 years old
