My mother took me to remarry and gave birth to a younger brother. My stepfather's side had a very strong tradition of favoring sons over daughters. Not only did I not have enough to eat every day, I was also beaten every day. What's even more frightening is the explicit look in his stepfather's eyes. But my mother looked on coldly and ignored my pleas for help. After one episode of abuse, I ran out of the house. Hit by a car and killed. Unexpectedly, it was my mother who helped me take revenge in the end.
