At fourteen, she finally understood what it was like to feel heart-wrenching pain.
All her efforts were always in vain.
No matter how excellent or diligent she was, in her mother's eyes, she could never compare to a single strand of Georgia Thorne's hair.
Or rather, her mother never compared her to Georgia Thorne, because in her eyes, she simply wasn't worthy!
Yet, the next evening, her mom was unexpectedly kind to her, knowing she liked strawberry cake and even bought it for her in advance.
But she didn't dare to eat it, because she remembered once taking a single bite of her sister's cake, and her mother not only slapped her but also made her spit it out.
She hoped that her mother being nice this time was, like her father, seeing her as her pride.
However, this hope lasted only a few seconds before reality shattered it.
