The sudden shock of the punch forces me down suddenly. I feel the corner of the ceramic pot piercing my cheekbone and I instantly feel a bruise appearing. I crawl away, begging him to stop. He tells me that it is my fault, that I am a selfish girl.
I am a selfish, prejudiced girl, unable to control my hunger or my weight. I’m sorry, daddy.
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