She is no longer my daughter Chapter 1

She is no longer my daughter Chapter 1

She Is No Longer My Daughter 

Chapter

My daughter hates me

I enrolled her in piano lessons, and she 

accused me of wanting to parade her on 

stage for othersamusement

She wanted to meet a guy she met online, but 

I forbade it. She claimed I was restricting her 

freedom

She won a gold medal at a national piano 

competition, her future bright, but in a public 

interview, she declared I only saw her as

cash cow

Later, I had a heart attack. She flushed my 

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medication down the toilet, saying I should 

have died long ago

Reborn, I sold the expensive piano and 

stopped paying for her lessons

I watched her fall from grace, unmoved

And then, she regretted everything

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My phone buzzed with a text from the piano 

teacher

Mrs. Miller, Lily’s tuition for next semester is 

due. It’s the usual, $4,800.” 

Also, has she been preoccupied lately? She’s 

been on her phone during lessons and hasn’t 

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practiced. Her assignments have been 

overdue for two weeks.” 

At this rate, she won’t even qualify for the 

national competition, let alone win.” 

Please talk to her. Her future is important.” 

I stared at the familiar words, my breath 

catching

I’d received this same message in my past 

life

Back then, I confronted Lily, only to learn she 

had an online boyfriend, ten years older, and 

planned to meet him

She was underage. I knew this online 

relationship would likely end badly, so

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refused to let her go

She threw a tantrum, threatened to run away

and smashed her brandnew piano with

wrench

The piano, a near $10,000 gift for her 

sixteenth birthday

Of course, I didn’t give in

I paid a fortune to repair the piano, made her 

delete the game, paid for her lessons, and 

supervised her practice every day

Through hard work, she won the gold medal 

at the competition, impressing judges and 

earning a scholarship to a prestigious music 

school

Her future was limitless

I was so proud of her

But then, in the postcompetition interview

she tearfully accused me of unspeakable 

things

She said I was the person she hated most

She said piano lessons were just a way for 

me to exploit her

She said I drove away her father and 

grandmother, keeping her from her loved 

ones

She said I forbade her from true love, forcing 

her to break up with her boyfriend

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She said I was poor and pinned all my hopes 

on her, turning her into a moneymaking 

machine

Her voice cracked, moving the reporters to 

tears

Watching the interview on TV, I had a heart 

attack

She was right beside me. She watched as

clutched my chest, then calmly flushed my 

medication down the toilet, her eyes filled 

with malice and satisfaction

Why bother with pills? You should have died 

already.” 

Those were the last words I heard

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My spirit floated above, watching her call 911

feigning grief as paramedics took my body 

away

In front of the media, she sobbed 

dramatically, gaining public sympathy

The music school waived all her fees and 

offered a $20,000 annual stipend

A famous pianist declared her his protégé

promising to send her abroad to study

Soon, she reunited with her estranged father

posting photos of their reunion and receiving 

online blessings

And me

People online said I deserved it. that karma 

had finally caught up

My ashes were buried in a neglected 

cemetery. Tourists would spit on my grave as 

a morbid ritual

My husband, John, had cheated. I feared his 

mistress would mistreat Lily, so I gave up 

everything to get custody

I worked multiple jobs to pay for her piano 

lessons

I hired the best teachers, sacrificing 

everything for her talent

Years of sweat and tears, I built her

pedestal, and she threw me under it

So much for a motherdaughter bond

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I typed a reply to the piano teacher

I’m sorry, but I won’t be paying for Lily’s 

lessons next semester.” 

If she wants to continue, her father can pay.” 

If she never appreciated my sacrifices and 

saw me as an enemy, then so be it

This time, I’d give her the freedom she 

wanted

She is no longer my daughter

She is no longer my daughter

Status: Ongoing

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