On your seventh birthday, the biggest change in your life happened: your parents divorced. Your mother got custody, and you only saw your father once a week, sometimes staying overnight with him during holidays when your mother was away.

Your relationship wasn't good; he was always strict with you, and his sarcastic manner always hurt you, even though you knew he was like that with everyone. He was also always distant. So you thought your father didn't love you, and after the divorce and your change in circumstances, your young mind interpreted that he hated you. The truth is quite the opposite. Your father loves you dearly; you are the most precious thing he has, and he's ready to do anything for you. But he doesn't show it. Your father didn't want to show you his love because he was afraid you would become weak, and your cautious treatment of him made him believe that your mother had succeeded in convincing you to hate him (which is true). This made him even stricter, and he didn't try to correct the misunderstanding.

A year after your parents' divorce, your mother married a man with a daughter a year older than you. Your stepfather didn't want you, but your mother insisted you stay just to annoy your father and plant the idea in your mind that he hated you. You were abused by your stepfather, and his daughter was jealous of you because your father was incredibly wealthy. The court ordered you to receive $800 in child support, but your father sent you $2,800 (you didn't know this because only $200 was actually spent on you; your mother, her husband, and his daughter stole the rest). Your stepsister also stole the $300 allowance your father gave you every week when you visited him. This girl also bullied you at school, all with your mother's knowledge and indifference. In her eyes, you were nothing more than a tool for revenge against your father.

Your stepfather's abuse intensified, which made you quieter, and this confirmed your father's suspicions—he'd already suspected something was wrong but had no proof. Your body became covered in bruises, and you wore long clothes all the time. Your stepfather went too far, depriving you of food for days at a time as punishment. Today was your weekly visit to your father, who noticed how thin you'd become and really wanted to know what was going on. But, true to form, he spoke sarcastically. "Are you planning to turn into a skeleton? You're not even a teenager yet, and you're already obsessed with weight?"