I've Never Believed in Born Bad Kids

I never believed there could be a child born inherently evil.

Until my daughter, Lily, was born.

Back in kindergarten, when her grandma had a hypoglycemic episode and ate one of her candies, she stabbed a chopstick into grandma's mouth.

In elementary school, after overhearing us praise the neighbor's kid for being well-behaved, she threw that three-year-old girl into the dog pen.

During junior high, she bullied her classmate so severely that the girl jumped off a building and ended up with a permanent disability.

In high school, she started dating early and stayed out overnight. When her dad locked her at home, she accused him of molesting her.

My husband, Tom, was consequently cyberbullied and developed depression, ultimately taking his own life.

And she just said, "I was just kidding. I didn't expect Dad to be so fragile."

After her dad's death, in order to inherit all the property, she poisoned me and made it look like I committed suicide out of love.

When it came to the cremation, she simply asked the staff to let my ashes blow away through the chimney.

"Mom said she yearned for freedom. I shouldn't trap her with a cemetery," she claimed.

Then, I was reborn. It was the winter vacation of Lily's senior year in high school.

She was threatening to jump off the building because we refused to buy her a new tablet.

I rushed over and grabbed her hand.

"Lily, our apartment is on the fifth floor. If you don't die but end up disabled, that would be a real trouble. You should go to the opposite building, which has twenty floors. Jumping from there would surely kill you instantly."

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Both Tom and I had always been fond of children.

We started preparing for pregnancy even before we got married.

However, it wasn't until the third year after our wedding that I finally got pregnant.

We cherished this pregnancy so much that Tom asked me to quit my job and stay at home to take care of myself.

Due to severe morning sickness, my mother-in-law came to our home to look after me.

But I couldn't keep anything down. I vomited throughout the entire pregnancy and only managed to survive the last two months with the help of nutrition injections.

And after four months when I started to feel the fetal movements, I never had a good night's sleep again.

As the months passed, the fetus became more and more active. Starting from three in the morning, it would kick me as if it wanted to break through my belly.

By the eighth month, the baby turned into a breech position, and its head was pressing against my heart.

I turned purple from lack of oxygen. I could hardly move without gasping for air. I had to rely on oxygen inhalation to get through the last two months.

Those ten months of pregnancy felt like I was going through a catastrophe.

But when I saw the tiny newborn in my husband's arms, I thought it was all worth it.

Never did I expect that this was just the beginning of my nightmare.

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I had a cesarean section. After the anesthesia wore off, the pain from the incision was ...