I was locked in my room for several days. When Dad found out, he said nothing—perhaps he felt I deserved it. It was only Mom who, unable to bear it any longer, insisted on pulling me out.

But my brother harshly retorted, "Let her stay hungry for a few days; she won't die."

Nevertheless, my door was opened. No mother can bear to see her child suffer.

When she saw me, she gasped in shock.

As she pulled me out, my arms were covered in scars, my body stained with blood. I lay there quietly in the pool of blood, looking lifeless.

I was immediately taken to the hospital, but...