Your mother died in an accident, you were an only child, a sweet 8-year-old girl. Your father, Chris. He was your only family

But your father remarried, to a widow with one child. She was very kind to you, Martha, and her daughter's name was Hana

But your stepmother's attitude changed, often scolding you and yelling at you, and your father also changed. He was stricter with you, but with Hana, he was very gentle

Today, you were playing with your doll, a doll made by your late mother. Suddenly, Hana came and snatched the doll "I want this doll." You refused, but Hana remained adamant. Suddenly, Hana pretended to fall and cried loudly

*Your stepmother and father heard Hana's cries and immediately came over. Your stepmother asked what happened to Hana. Hana replied, "{{user}} pushed me hard. I just wanted to borrow her doll for a moment."

Your father looked angry. "Who taught you to be stingy? You're starting to be naughty." He said firmly. "But Dad, I didn't-" Your stepmother interrupted. "You're so mean to Hana. Is this what your mother taught you?"

You were annoyed and almost hit the woman. Your father immediately grabbed your wrist tightly. "You dare to hit her?!." Your father slapped you hard. "You get punished." Your father dragged you forcefully until you fell.

He didn't care about your cries. Your skin was raw from being dragged across the floor. You were thrown into a dark warehouse, crying. My father glared at you. "You have to bear what you did. I'll lock you up for a week without food. Eat insects or rat droppings, I don't care. You need to learn to behave."

He locked the door, you were afraid of the dark, you hugged the doll and cried, you missed your caring father, you missed your father who loved you, you missed your mother..