Dear Dad, Do You Know That Stepmother Is A Devil?

I fingered the necklace around my neck, smirking as I asked,

“Mom, happy now?”

The ‘Tears of Love’ necklace was indeed a token of love between my dad and mom, my real mom, the one who was now a ghost.

My stepmother had tried to coax it out of my dad so many times, but he never budged. Today, she was testing him again, and well...

I do love watching them play their little games of mistrust.

My mom’s ghost floated over, trembling slightly.

“Alright, you win,” she said.

“But I don’t want you hurting yourself just to prove a point!”

Now that’s something only a real mom would say.

I’d been able to see her since I was born, always floating around like a fairy.

She was always smiling.

“My Sienna, you’re going to grow up happy and healthy, okay?”

Whenever I pouted and asked for a hug, she’d immediately try to hold me, only to pass right through me.

Then, she’d end up crying even harder than I did.

But Tanya Cook, my stepmother, would stop my dad from comforting me and say,

“A child shouldn’t be spoiled. She needs to learn to stand on her own.”

Tanya only got really worked up when I actually got hurt. She’d fuss over me like she cared.

“Oh no, you’re bleeding! I told you to be careful! Didn’t you listen to me?”

She even told my teachers that I had some rare hereditary condition that made me bleed easily. And of course, she mentioned that I had Rh-negative blood.

The other girls envied me for getting out of gym class. They all thought I had the best mom ever.

But I knew the truth. I didn’t have any hereditary disease.

The real issue was Tanya.

She didn’t care about me, but just the blood I lost.

And she definitely wasn’t my mom.

My real mom’s name was Bella Fuller. She visited me every night, sitting by my bed and telling me stories.

Even as a little girl, I had already started plotting my revenge.