My mother had hated me for over twenty years.

Driven by obsession, she even went so far as to adopt a son—my brother.

On the day of the welcome dinner for my brother returning from studying abroad, my mother called me several times, but I didn't answer. She vented her rage, seemingly using every cruel word imaginable against me.

My brother angrily exclaimed, "I don't have a sister like her."

My father's lips tightened as he scoffed, "I've seen through her from the start; she's nothing but an ungrateful girl."

But they didn't know that I was already dead.

My mother would never know that the adopted brother was actually...