From Weakling to Queen: A Transformation Story

I was woken by the ringing of the telephone.

I glanced at the screen and couldn't help but smile. It was from my best grandma, Diane Harrington.

As soon as the phone was answered, a familiar voice came. "Bella, are you coming back for holiday?"

"Yeah."

We chatted endlessly.

Since I was a child, my parents sent me to live with my grandma in the countryside for care.

In fact, it was not that my family didn't have the money to hire a nanny to take care of me, but after my younger brother was born, all their energy and all their love were diverted to his side.

The night before I left, my mother, Susan Harrington, said, "Girls who are raised in a more independent manner tend to be stronger. They can handle things on their own instead of crying and running back home to seek their parents' help."

She was right, and I could definitely handle everything.

I was capable of fighting and had been a school bully since childhood.

Suddenly, I remembered the first time when the teacher called Diane in junior high school, she hunched over and kept saying, "Bella is so adorable and well-behaved like a kitten. How could she hit her classmates? Is she being bullied by others?"

No matter how much trouble I caused, she always felt that I was the little girl who was bullied.

I hung up the phone with a smile, only to find that my whole body was sore. As I turned over, I felt like my bones almost were broken.

This was the backlash after going crazy.

The smell of disinfectant spread to my nose, and I smiled bitterly. I was afraid that I would be stuck in bed for a few days.