The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"Oh, Wendy. You've always been the more understanding daughter. You know how hard your father and I work for this family. You never make such inexplicable demands like Melody," cooed Helen. "I'm sure Melody will understand when she grows up," said Wendy.

After that, the three of them resumed their harmonious mealtime. The scolding directed at Melody seemed to vanish into thin air.

Only Melody kept her head down, unable to eat. She was treated like a bad daughter just for saying she wanted to transfer school. She had done nothing wrong, so why should she endure a class that bullied her? Her parents did not even bother to ask why she wanted to transfer. Moreover, she had never once complained whenever they moved her around.

When Wendy did not want to transfer schools, they would go to great lengths to arrange everything for her, ensuring she had a good place to live and study. Later, when she regretted it, they immediately enrolled in a new school for her in their area.

how did it become Melody the spoiled one when it came to her turn? Melody did not know why she had to endure all this; she just knew it had become the way things worked in their family. Melody's grievances did not matter;

might not have been stronger than them, but every time she fought, she was like an angry little wolf. She ignored all the punches and kicks that landed on her and threw everything she

the more they portrayed her as the aggressor, claiming that Melody was violent toward

this embarrassing punishment. Melody vaguely remembered being locked in her room without food for one day. It was only

mother sat across from her, watching her gulp down the food hastily, occasionally

her stomach was no longer empty, then slowed down and began to eat more slowly and carefully. Finally, she could not help but ask Helen, "Mom, am I not your daughter? Why