The stick fell repeatedly on my body, and my aunts, terrified, tried hesitantly to intervene.
My mother shrugged off their hands, cursing more fiercely and striking harder, venting years of resentment towards the family on me.
I dared not run; where could I escape to?
Beyond this family threshold, there was nowhere I belonged.
Their mocking gazes cut through me like the executioner's sharpest knife, slicing away my dignity piece by piece as my mother's evil curses became inaudible to me.
My vision blurred, and the pain in my body began to numb.
Flowers meticulously nurtured in pots thrive lushly.
Roadside weeds were plucked and discarded eventually.
Maybe that was just my fate...
"What are you doing!" A furious voice erupted from afar.
