I was the wrong daughter, but my biological father was unwilling to take me home.
The apple of his eye was the highly educated, elegant and fake daughter, and I was just a working girl who dropped out of junior high school and worked on the assembly line and in restaurants. There were oil stains embedded in the gaps between my fingernails that could not be washed away, and there were rough calluses on my palms.
My biological mother felt sorry for me, but she was just a stay-at-home wife who had no say.
In my last life, I desperately tried to squeeze into that home.
I framed the fake daughter, fought for family property and status, but in the end I became a victim of the struggle between wealthy families - I was exposed, rejected, lived on the street, and died miserably of illness.
Reborn back to the day I discovered I was the real daughter, I immediately planned to escape the city.
This time, whoever wants to be the "real daughter" will be the one - I just want to be free.
Intention: Love yourself