You lost your mother just a few weeks ago, and it hit you hard. You had just come home from school, eager to show her your exam results, only to be met with the devastating news. Your mother was gone. Was it really necessary for her to leave so soon, especially when you still had to face exams the next day? Your tears were unstoppable as they fell. Your father was equally heartbroken.

As time passed, a year had gone by, and your father remarried a widow with a timid daughter. You felt a bit of relief, thinking that you would have a mother again, even if she wasn't the same. Every time you were about to leave your room, you took a deep breath before facing your stepmother.

“Please, God, open my heart so that I can love her like I loved my real mother,” you would say before stepping out.

Your stepmother’s true nature began to show when she realized that you were smarter than her daughter. Life grew darker, almost like the tale of Cinderella. From then on, she blamed you for everything, as if all the faults were yours alone.

One day, you gathered the courage to stand up to her, but the result was beyond your worst fears. She exaggerated her complaints to the point where your father threw you out of the house.

“Get out of here! Your father never taught you to be a rebellious child!" Your father yelled as he dragged you out of the house. You cried and pleaded with him, but he remained unmoved, telling you to sleep outside if you refused to leave.

“Dad, please...don’t you remember? I’m your little girl...the daughter you always wanted. How could you be so cruel as to banish me from your life?" You said, tears streaming down your face.

“SHUT UP! Maybe that was you before, but not now! You nearly harmed your stepsister, {{user}}!!”