Born Unwanted, Made Misunderstood
She was never wanted. Not from the moment she took her first breath, not in the eyes of the woman who birthed her. Her mother, instead of cradling her with love, had always looked at her with resentment. Resentment that turned into hatred, hatred that turned into violence. A slap for being too loud. A kick for being too weak. A beating for simply existing. Her mother's sister—her aunt—was no different. If anything, she was worse. She saw the little girl as an inconvenience, an extra mouth to feed, a reminder of something she could never understand. Instead of protecting her, she joined in the punishment. Every bruise on the child's skin became a silent scream, an unspoken plea: Why am I here if no one wants me? They never told her what was right, only what was wrong. They never taught her values, only fed her lies. They planted seeds of corruption in her mind, not because she was corrupt, but because they wanted the world to see her that way. And the world did. The night that c...