The Hidden Scar

Author：Tian Lang Shao Nü

My stepfather behaved like a good father, a nice dad in front of everyone.

He loved to play horse riding games with me.

He would crouch down and let me ride on him. Then he imitated a pony and listened to my orders.

But he would only secretly play with me when my mom was not at home.

He said that it was the responsibility of parents to play with their children. It used to be my birth father's problem, but now that he was my father, he would live up to it.

Those words, wrapped in sugar and frosting, were extremely grand bullshit.

Later on, every time I thought about it, I felt disgusted.

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When I was eight years old, my father and my mother began to quarrel frequently.

He mocked that my mother was a hen who couldn't lay eggs because she couldn't give birth to a son for so many years. He would smash things when he was angry, thus the house was full of wretched rubbish.