Sister, I’ve Been Good
Language: en
Five years after Mom and Dad died, my sister sent me to a reform school. She threw my luggage at me and screamed, "Daisy, if you like fighting so much, stay here. I'll pick you up when you've learned your lesson." Later, I was abducted and brutally beaten by my sister's rival. My sister, on the phone, broke down. "Fight back! Why aren't you fighting back?" My eyes vacant, I replied, "Because my sister said fighting makes a child naughty."