However, I was her real daughter. So why, on my birthday, couldn’t she even give me a kind look? Why did she throw away the cake Grandma bought for me and feed it to stray dogs instead of letting me have a bite?

Just because I was Dad’s daughter, she decided I didn’t deserve anything. I didn’t deserve a birthday. I didn’t deserve cake. I didn’t even deserve something as basic as feeling happy or sad. Whenever I failed to meet her expectations, she would grab that iron rod and beat me until I was covered in injuries, only stopping when something broke. In my short ten years of life, seven of them were spent like this.

…

When Becca woke up, she saw everything Mom had prepared overnight and lit up with excitement. She rushed into Mom’s arms, clinging to her and whining sweetly, asking her to make a wish and blow out the candles together. Mom smiled and agreed. After the wish was made, she said she had a special gift for her.

My eyes widened. I watched, frozen, as she took out the locket, the one I had risked my life to protect.

How did it end up with Mom? Wasn’t it stolen yesterday by that stranger?

The next second, Becca’s eyes sparkled. She grabbed the locket and kissed Mom on the cheek.

“Thank you, Mom! All I did was mention that I liked Daisy’s lock, and you got it for me. You’re the best!”

Mom gently stroked her hair, a fond smile on her face.

“Of course, I’m the best. I’m your mother. Who else would I do this for?”

Only then did I understand that the man yesterday, the one who ambushed me on my way home from school, took my locket, and beat me until I could barely breathe, was sent by Mom.

I thought back to the day Becca first came to our house. The moment she saw the locket around my neck, she reached out to grab it without even asking.

Instinctively, I dodged. When she missed and fell to the ground, Mom immediately rushed over with concern, helping her up and holding her, comforting her for the longest time. Yet, when it came to me, she didn’t listen to a single word of my explanation. Instead, she swung that thick iron rod at the back of my knees, forcing me to kneel and apologize to Becca.

Through my tears, I told her I could give Becca anything except the locket. That locket was proof that my parents once loved me. It was the only thing keeping me alive and the last source of comfort I had in this world.

Mom sneered. “From this day on, everything you have belongs to Daisy. She’s my daughter now. You’re just her little servant. If you upset her again, just see what I’ll do to you.”

My eyes met Becca’s, where she stood behind Mom’s protection. The mocking look in her eyes made me want to disappear, but still, I nodded.

Mom, I listened to you and became the servant you wanted, so why couldn’t I earn even a little bit of your love? Even my death was caused by your hands.

I watched as Becca happily put on the locket that once belonged to me. By then, my tears had almost run dry. For the first time in my life, I kept asking the same question, over and over: if she never loved me, why did she give birth to me? Why bring me into this world just to suffer?

Alas, she couldn’t hear me, and even if she could hear me, she probably wouldn’t answer.

Suddenly, I found myself wondering that when Mom realized I had died alone while she was happily celebrating her adopted daughter’s birthday, what would be her expression? Would she feel sad? Would she feel guilty, or would she remain just as indifferent as before?

Over the next two days, as soon as Mom got off work, she rushed home to be with Becca. The princess dresses I wouldn’t even dare to dream of? She bought them for Becca. The parent-teacher meetings I had begged her to attend countless times? Becca only had to mention it once, and Mom showed up right on time. Even something as small as riding a Ferris wheel, Mom forced herself to go up with her without a second thought, despite her fear of heights.

Everything Mom gave Becca was something I could never dream of.

“Mom, you’re exactly like the mom I see in my dreams. I love you so much. But no matter what, Daisy is your biological daughter. Will you abandon me for her one day?”

Seeing Becca’s searching eyes, Mom’s heart ached, and she bent down, pulling her tightly into her arms.

“Silly Becca, how could you think that? You will always be my only daughter. As for Daisy, I abandoned her a long time ago. Whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with me.”

I had always known how she felt, but hearing it out loud still made my heart tug painfully.

Just then, Mom’s phone rang.

“Hello, is this Daisy Canes mother? She hasn’t been at school for three days, and no one has called in to explain her absence. Has something happened to her?”

Hearing the teacher’s voice, Mom froze for a brief moment. Then, as if snapping back to herself, she barked, “You’ve got the wrong number. I’m not her mother.”

After that, she hung up.

Becca tilted her head up innocently and asked what had happened. Mom’s expression instantly brightened. She gently coaxed Becca back to her room, telling her to take a nap. When Becca woke up, she promised she would cook her favorite spaghetti.

Becca cheered happily and ran off to the bedroom. Only then did Mom take out her phone again. This time, her face darkened as she dialed Dad’s number.

“Nate, are you dead or something? Why hasn’t Daisy been going to school for the past few days? I just received a call from her teacher!”

Dad’s irritated voice came through. “Claire, are you crazy? What does Daisy skipping school have to do with me? Besides, didn’t you use to skip class all the time when you were younger, running around with those punks? Maybe she inherited that from you and is off somewhere with a man already!”

“What did you just say? Nate, if she inherited anything, it’s from you! You can’t live without women. You’re basically a walking stud! If you ask me, Daisy was ruined by all those women you keep out there. That’s why she’s so wild at such a young age!”

Dad was about to fire back when a little girl’s voice suddenly interrupted. “Daddy, didn’t you say Daisy brings bad luck? You promised me you wouldn’t mention her anymore. Are you trying to go back to her? Do you not want me anymore?”

Dad immediately panicked. His tone softened as he hurried to comfort her.

“How could that be? I love you the most. Even if Daisy died, I wouldn’t care about her.”

Before Mom could respond, he hung up.

Furious, Mom cursed under her breath, her voice sharp with anger. “Nate, you think you can enjoy yourself out there and dump that burden on me? Dream on. I won’t let you have your way!”

She tossed her phone aside and turned toward the kitchen, starting to cook Becca’s favorite spaghetti.

Watching the two of them bicker back and forth, not a single one of them willing to come home and check on me, I could only chuckle bitterly.

I didn’t know how much time had passed, but just as Mom finally finished cooking, there was a knock on the door. A look of annoyance flashed across her face.

“That ungrateful girl must be back after fooling around out there! How dare she have the nerve to come looking for me? I’ll break her legs!”

Yet, when she opened the door, standing outside were several police officers.

“Are you Daisy’s mother? Her teacher has reported her missing. When we found her, she was already dead in her bedroom.”