I sat up immediately while thinking, "Do my parents come and celebrate my birthday after they realized it?"
I ran to the door with a smile on my face, only to see my dad holding a wooden stick and staring at me viciously. I was so scared that I took a step back.
"Dad..."
"Don't call me dad. I don't have a jinx daughter like you."
That night, my dad beat me so hard that I couldn't stand up. I cried and apologized, "I'm sorry, dad. It's my fault. I shouldn't have stolen food."
Later, I found out that someone who came to the birthday party that day died in a car accident.
My dad thought I had killed him.
I lay on the ground all night. No one gave me medicine or cared about if I was starving.
My stomach was aching, and I knew it was time to eat. But I was so beaten up that I couldn't even get up.
Luckily, my dad didn’t take the cake away. So, I grabbed a handful and stuffed it into my mouth.
It was still sweet. But I felt bitter.
It was mixed with my tears.
My brother and I went to the same kindergarten.
It was my first time leaving the house. I suppressed my excitement and stood next to my dad.
"Remember, don't make any friends or get close to Trevor."