After the Real Daughter was Abused and Died, The Fake Daughter Became Sickly

When I was seven years old, I met Sharon at Sky Orphanage.

Sharon was very thin, and her face was pale.

While I was taking a nap, she used a rusty nail clipper to cut off my long hair.

After waking up, I cried in front of the mirror.

The dean, who was very friendly to me in the morning, suddenly frowned when he saw my cut hair.

"Who did this?"

He scanned the children, and then he kicked the silent Sharon away.

"It's you again! You dare to ruin my plan. I will beat you to death!"

The dean hit Sharon hard.

I was so scared that I even forgot to cry.

I forced a smile and walked forward. "Sir, I'm not angry anymore.

"Please don't hit her, okay?"

The dean glanced at me and pushed me away. "You ugly girl! Go away!"

After beating Sharon, he squeezed out a smile that I couldn't understand on his fat face. Squatting in front of a nine-year-old long-haired girl, he asked, "Do you want a lollipop?

"I will buy it for you, okay?"

The girl nodded in a daze.

Then the dean took her away and she never came back.

I was curious and asked the teacher why.

The teacher said that she ate too much delicious food and died of overeating.

That girl was not an exception. Every girl with long hair who was taken away would eventually be stuffed to death.

As time went by, I understood the relationship between long hair and being taken away.

I finally realized that Sharon cut my hair short not because she hated me.

She was also seven years old, but why did she know that we couldn't have long hair?

When I was fourteen and had my first period, I asked Sharon about this.

Sharon smiled and touched my head. "Viola, you are very smart."