“Grandma…” – I choked up in tears.
Dad already knew about it, knew that his stepmother didn’t give him breakfast, and when it came to meals, he only plowed half a bowl, and even scolded me when I asked for more. Dad angrily slammed the table:
“If you continue to treat my child like this, I will divorce you immediately!”

At that time, I thought I was saved, I thought the darkness was about to pass. But unexpectedly, it didn’t stop here.

As long as she waited for her father to go to work far away, she immediately changed her face. Pulling the door of the room hard, she called out to her son, her voice as cold as ice:
“Come here, I’m going to teach you how to be polite today!”

My heart was pounding. Outside the yard, the neighbors were still carelessly sweeping the leaves, the sound of chickens crowing in the distance, but no one knew that inside that closed door, a nightmare began.

She sat him down, locked the door tightly, and her eyes were as sharp as knives. Then something terrible happened – something I never thought I, as a child, would have to suffer. The sound of her crying choked in her throat, not daring to call for help because she was afraid that the neighbors would know, afraid that her father would know…

The whole house was stifling as if there was no air. Only creepy whispers remain:
“Don’t think your father can protect you… Here, you’re just superfluous!”