At that moment, I stood behind the neighbor’s door, listening to my mother accuse me of my crimes to the police.

Each word pierced my chest like countless sharp needles, leaving me gasping for breath. I never expected my mother could be so cruel to her own daughter for the sake of someone who isn’t even her real family.

This was the accusation of murder. If it stuck, my life would be ruined forever!

But my mother had never cared. She never cared about my well-being; she cherished my stepfather’s daughter, holding her like a precious gem. Just yesterday, when my sister had merely scraped her hand, Mom took time...