I squatted on the ground, crying.
After that, everyone knew me.
The ROTC student, Chelsea, who was a
spoiled brat.
The school forum was flooded with memes
about me crying.
Mom collected all of them.
She sent them to the family group chat, her
friend groups, and even the community group
chat.
She even did a raffle on her social media.
She wouldn’t stop until the whole world saw
my shame.
I begged her to stop posting the photos.
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Mom shrugged.
“You think you can threaten me? If you die, I’ll
stop. Are you really gonna die? If you jump off
a building, I’ll stop. Will you jump?”
I was speechless.
This wasn’t over.
For the next few days.
Mom did everything she could.
During ROTC.
When the instructor corrected my posture.
She ran up and pushed me away, and told the
instructor that I was trying to seduce him.
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When I sweated on the field, she washed all
my underwear.
She forced me to train in the field without any
underwear.
I was so uncomfortable.
I hunched over when I ran.
The instructor made me run laps for a
thousand meters.
After that, there were even more memes
about me.
One week later.
The night before Mom’s interview.
She bought my roommates presents.
On the surface it looked nice.
Actually…
“You guys be careful of her, never use the
same washing machine as her, because she’s
so dirty, I don’t know how she’s so dirty. She
used to pee in her bed, and every time I
washed her underwear, it was full of poop
and pee.”
“She never washes her hair, and she’s so
gross that she prefers to be bald instead of
washing her hair.”
“Be careful, she steals things, and you’re
gonna have to watch your boyfriends because
Curled up in my narrow bed.
The early autumn felt like the coldest winter.
I asked myself why I even bothered going to
high school.
I stole from no one.
She wanted to prove how great she was by
making me look bad.
I gave up on motherhood.
The things that used to hurt didn’t faze me.
Late at night.
Mom was asleep on the full bed.
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I grabbed the scissors from my luggage and
cut off her hair.
Chapter 2
The next morning.
Everyone heard her scream.
She looked at the bald head that I had
shaved.
She started banging on the sink.
I leaned against the doorframe, smiling.
The roommates took pictures of her.
“You’re so cool, I’ve never seen someone do
that at this age!”
“Please don’t hide, I need to film this, you’re
gonna be internet famous!”
“The elderly’s head gets so loose! Please can
I touch your head?”
Mom was screaming and trying to hide.
They didn’t have any empathy.
To them, Mom and I were a joke.
The girl across from me was awake when I
shaved her head, and we made eye contact.
She didn’t stop me.
