brought back by our parents,
hair looked dry and frizzy. She had a slender and petite
. Her facial features strongly resembled tho
ld her left hand. Meanwhile, my kind father, his face beaming wi
eet my parents, the sight of this ha
ween retreating and pressing on, my future's am
ootsteps jerked their f
u, and from now on, she'll be your sister," my father said
y for her to finally come back home. You two should get along w
ead upstairs, unwilling to be part of this
t yet unfamiliar voi
her,
pproaching me step by step. Her gaze was pure and clear, fi
of the kind of triumphant challenge like a queen returning to th
ced me, a sudden gesture that
ways protect you," she said, her w
h I couldn't resist. She hugged me so tightly that I couldn't
t my cheeks, and I could feel the warm
l, we can finally be at ease," our parents s
th her; her actions didn't win me ove
ars, only to find out I wasn't their biological daughter. Their real daughte
ter had been abandoned by them, only to be taken in and ra
family. This was because I couldn't find my birth parents, and my adoptive
ished much, but a significant porti
gave on the day she returned home was merely a show for our par
nts weren't around, sh
tion when she looked at me. She spoke to me in a sof
ly feuds on TV and in novels, I was convinced she had ulterior
me, the more rebellious I be
gainst me, I had no choice but t
our parents arranged for Daisy to stu
ough she was the real daughter, having come from the country
was isolated, and
in front of our classmates but also incited those who prided t
from having her books torn to being cornered in th
promising nor bowing her head. But whenever her gaze turned to me, the
rty, and her hair often le
the bullying she endured, in which I played
, she always told them
durance only made me mo
I lived in constant fear of being cast out of this h
so forbearing towards me. The kind
patience, and as she adapted to life in the wealthy family, the so-called country bu
ly accepted Daisy