At the court, my daughter, Hannah Wright, accuses me of being a sexist tormentor with violent tendencies.

With tears running down her cheeks, she slowly takes off her clothes, revealing her wounds to everyone present.

"She's a monster! She buys mangoes for my younger brother, Rodney, and yet she makes me kneel on the floor while munching on the peels!

"Then, she beats me up in public and even strips me naked before forcing me to kneel and apologize! On top of that, she doesn't feed me at all!"

Everyone gasps in shock before glaring at me angrily. They are all waiting for me to get sentenced to hell and back.

But what Hannah refuses to bring up is that I can't let her eat any mangoes due to her severe allergy. If she were to have any, she'd go into shock immediately.

I beat her up because she had the audacity to switch out the tea leaves to sheep droppings just to pull a prank on an elderly family member during her funeral.

Naturally, I punished her because she actually mixed weed killer into Rodney's milk and tried to feed him with it!

At the end of the day, Hannah remembers the pain she's been through, yet she completely forgets about the atrocious misdeeds that she herself has committed!

In the courtroom, Hannah Wright stared at me stubbornly, as if she were delicate yet resilient.

She said with extreme anguish and pain, "When I was a child, my mother bought Rodney a big bag of mangoes. I was eyeing them greedily and took one, but before I could even take a bite out of it, she slapped me across the face.

"Later, she made me kneel at the doorway for two hours until my legs were black and blue, yet she still wasn't satisfied. She even stripped my clothes off in front of everyone and whipped me, forcing me to admit that I was wrong.

"All I wanted was to eat one of Rodney's mangoes. Was that really such an unforgivable crime?"

Hannah's tears kept falling continuously, and it was heartbreaking to watch.

In the courtroom, her litany of accusations against me stirred the citizens in the gallery to righteous indignation.

"I've seen plenty of cases like this. This old hag definitely favors sons over daughters. She treats her daughter like a maid but dotes on her son. Who doesn't know how this goes by now?"

"Exactly. This young lady is clearly very hardworking and driven. It's just so pitiful that her own family pushed her to this point."

"Her mother doesn't look like a good person at all. She probably drinks and gambles behind closed doors, too."

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

Nearly everyone believed that Hannah was a wonderful daughter. She spoiled me with gifts, even bought me a car, and never missed a day asking how I was.

I was the most envied mother for miles around.

They said that with a daughter like Hannah, I was destined for endless wealth and honor. From then on, all I'd have to do was sit back and enjoy the good life.

Having such a devoted daughter was truly my good fortune.

Yet, Hannah felt that I didn't care about her enough, and she actually dragged me to court, demanding that citizens from all over the world judge me. She believed I favored my son, Rodney Wright, over her and never really loved her at all.

Normally, no one would be so heartless as to take their own parents to court. After all, once a case was filed, one of the two parties would inevitably face punishment.

The prison that awaited from this court was an abyss of endless suffering.

Not only would one be imprisoned for life, but one would also be flogged every day until one's body was covered in wounds.

I pulled Rodney, who had just started sixth grade, close to me. A deep, unbearable pain settled in my heart.

If Hannah won the case, I feared Rodney and I would be locked away forever in endless torment.

My throat felt dry, and I asked hoarsely, "Hannah, why did you take me to court?"

Hannah's eyes brimmed with tears, as if I were utterly evil beyond redemption.

"You favor Rodney over me. You don't care about me at all."

At that moment, the judge, Jimmy Steward, said slowly, "There's no use arguing over who's right or wrong. We'll pull five memories from each of you and see where the truth really lies.

"But once we do, there's no going back. Hannah, are you sure you want to sue your mother, Sandra Cowen?"

Hannah nodded firmly. "Your Honor, I have to do this. I can't let all these years of suffering mean nothing."

"Since your mind is made up, let the playback of your memories begin," Judge Steward declared.

The first memory played.

It was from before Rodney was born, when Hannah had just started elementary school.

Back then, she wasn't as sensible as she was now. In fact, she was quite a handful. She was always running wild around the neighborhood with the other kids, and I took a hands-off approach to raising her.

My husband, Toby Wright, was still alive at the time, and Hannah had a lively personality. Toby and I got along well and never felt the need to be overly strict with her.

One day, Hannah came home from school just as her great-aunt, Olga Porter, had passed away. It was also the first time in Hannah's life that I ever laid a hand on her.

Hannah carried this memory deep in her heart, and as she grew older, she would always say that I never loved her as a child and that I humiliated her by hitting her in front of so many people.

But did she even know what she had done?

It seemed people really could suffer from selective amnesia.

The footage continued playing.

After school, Hannah went with Toby and me to Aunt Olga's wake.

Aunt Olga lived in the countryside. She and Hannah weren't close at all, so Hannah wasn't the least bit saddened.

Having rarely been to the countryside, Hannah ran wild everywhere. At one point, she happened to come across a shepherd driving a flock of sheep along the road.

Hannah followed behind him and collected a whole bag of sheep droppings. She then carried the bag of sheep droppings into the funeral home.

Frantic, I pulled her over so we could pay respects to Aunt Olga together.

"Hannah, stop running around. Your great-aunt's passing is a very serious and sad matter. Come over here right now and pay your respects."

"Oh, fine," Hannah replied, reluctantly paying her respects to Aunt Olga.

At that moment, Hannah glanced at the crowd, and her face suddenly broke into a grin.

"There are so many people. This is going to be fun."

I had no idea what she meant at the time.

Suddenly, a relative shouted, "Why are there sheep droppings in the tea?"

Hannah immediately burst out laughing. "Oh my God, you people are so stupid! You can't even tell the difference between tea leaves and sheep droppings!"

Then, right in front of me, she pulled out handful after handful of sheep droppings and started flinging them wildly at the relatives.

It stank and was absolutely disgusting.

The relatives were seething with rage after being hit.

Hannah kept laughing and gleefully throwing the droppings everywhere, as if she were some kind of warrior queen.

"I'll take you, enemies, down!"

Hannah was my daughter, so no matter how naughty she was, I could never bring myself to hit her.

However, we were at a wake. In such a solemn and sorrowful setting, she had behaved so outrageously and even pelted the relatives with sheep droppings.

If I didn't discipline her, every relative in the village would point their fingers at me. It probably wouldn't have stopped there—they might have thrown Hannah out themselves.

Thus, I instantly erupted in anger.

"Hannah Wright, what do you think you're doing? You little brat! I'll teach you a lesson if it's the last thing I do!"

I only meant to give her a light beating and leave it at that. It wasn't like anyone could tell I was going easy on her anyway.

"This is child abuse! You can't hit me!"

The moment Hannah saw that I was about to strike her, she ran. That would've been fine except she went and climbed right into Aunt Olga's coffin.

"Let's see if you dare hit me now that I'm holding Great-Aunt Olga!"

By this point, there was no getting out of it—I had to give her a good beating.

I could see my cousins standing by, barely holding themselves back from disciplining her themselves.

I quickly pulled Hannah out of the coffin and gave her several hard smacks with a stick.

When this segment finished playing, Judge Steward fell silent for a moment.

"Hannah, I fail to see how this connects to your accusation of your mother's favoritism toward Rodney. If I were her, I would have hit you, too."

Hannah's expression darkened. "Even if what I did was wrong, would a mother who truly loved me really have the heart to hit me like that? The fact of the matter is, she never loved me! Play the next memory! The truth is all yet to come!"

The comments on screen started flooding in again.

"Sure, Hannah was a little mischievous as a kid, but that's no reason to beat her half to death. If Hannah were a boy, would Sandra have the heart to hit her like that?"

"Exactly! Just look at Hannah—she must have suffered so much!"

The first round of voting was mostly in Hannah's favor. They still believed that I favored sons over daughters.

Then, the second memory played.

It was when Hannah was in middle school—the moment I found out I was pregnant.

"Honey, I'm pregnant."

Toby looked worried. In fact, there wasn't a trace of the joy an expectant father should have.

"Given how sensitive Hannah is, I'm afraid she might take it the wrong way. Do you think we should keep this baby?"

At the time, I just looked lost when I heard that.

"Honey, I can't decide, so I'll leave it up to you."

As a mother, I naturally didn't want to abort my own child. However, I was also Hannah's mom, and I knew her well enough. I was afraid she would think we didn't love her anymore.

At this point, the comments started flooding in wildly.

"Oh, spare us the act. You went ahead and had the kid anyway. If you wanted a boy that badly, you could've just said so. There was no need to dress it up so magnanimously."

"You can't decide? Please. You just wanted a boy to carry on the family name, didn't you?"

They were all furious that we had given birth to Rodney.

The memory kept playing.

"Mrs. Wright, if you terminate this pregnancy, you may need to have your uterus removed. There is already an abnormality in your uterus, and it simply cannot withstand another miscarriage."

The doctor shook his head. "Having your uterus removed would be very hard on your body, so I do not recommend an abortion."

Thus, after weighing the matter, we decided to keep the baby. However, neither of us could figure out how to tell Hannah. It wasn't until my belly grew too big to hide that Hannah found out on her own.

"Mom, you're pregnant!"

Hannah stared at my stomach in disbelief, and her first reaction was to rush forward and hit me.

"I don't want a younger brother or sister! I don't want one!"

Toby quickly rushed over to shield my belly.

"Hannah, you can't do this to your mother! We didn't have a choice. If we didn't have this baby, your mother would have to have her uterus removed. You wouldn't want her health to suffer, would you?"

But Hannah didn't care about any of that. She shoved me straight to the ground.

In an instant, I saw blood. Clutching my belly, I cried out, "It hurts. It hurts so much!"

Hannah just stood to the side, her smile cruel, looking utterly pleased with herself.

"I'd be happy if the baby were gone!"

Toby, seeing what had happened, rushed to take me to the hospital. But he slipped and slammed the back of his head hard against the coffee table.

Hannah's shove sent me into premature labor. I barely made it out alive, while Toby lost too much blood to be saved."

Before he passed, he held my hand and said tearfully, "Honey, don't blame Hannah. She's still just a child and doesn't know any better."

How could I not blame her?

But Toby was right. Hannah was just a child who needed reassurance.

After this memory segment finished playing, the comment section fell silent. After all, Hannah was only a child back then. She couldn't possibly have understood the terrible consequences her actions would bring.

Nevertheless, the viewers still believed that after Toby's death, I must have done other awful things. So, this round went to Hannah.

She had already won two out of five rounds. If I didn't win the remaining three, I would be imprisoned for life.