"Kids! Come eat breakfast!" Mrs. Sanban yelled. Then, kuki and mushi came rushing down the stairs with smiles on their face.

"Thanks mom!" Kuki said, pouring syurp on her pancakes while mushi just ate hers.

"Fank thu sommy!" Mushi mumbled, stuffing her mouth. Mrs. Sanban chuckled a little at her younger daughter's sillyness. She sighed. She remember that in her childhood days, she didn't have a mom she turned out to be. And her father hated her more then she could ever imagine. The only 'child' he consider was his daughter, was her sister. Oh how she hated her sister. It seems, whenever she tried to get on her father's good side, she only makes it worse, but gets a reward even though she ruined it. She heard her father call her alot of names, but didn't help one bit. Tears formed as Mrs. Sanban closed her eyes, remember all the pain she took from her father.

Stupid

Worthless

Piece of trash

Can't do nothing right

Ugly

And the list goes on. Why, she remember those harsh, bitter words that will always play in her mind even if she was a grown up.

You're not a sanban. Only trash. Your sister will always be BETTER then you!

She couldn't help but sob a little, causing kuki to turned to her.

"You okay mom?" Kuki asked. Mrs. Sanban looked up and faked a smile.

"I'm fine. You better get a move on." She said, getting her backpack. Kuki still looked worried, but let it go.

"Whatever you say." With that, kuki and mushi left, leaving her alone. Mrs. Sanban sighed again as she thought about her childhood again. It always been tough, coming to a monster who only thinks of you as nothing. She couldn't recall the last time he had been sweet to her. Cause after her mother died, her father was swarm with rage and takes out on her. This was the fact she knew and always knew. She always tries to be good to her father, letting him see the pain he had caused to her, but only to be a punching bag for another round.

Why did we keep her for so long! Surely, there's someone with tastless style for childer who'd want her!

He would say. Without even realizing it, Mrs. Sanban was crying. Those words was getting awaful by the minute and he would know. He would smirk at his own evilness and beat her senseless and would send her to her room with burises and scars. A few moments later, he would do it again. Drag by her hair, and beat her to a pulp and send her to her room.

You're not tough! You never was! What a waste. I'll be glad when I don't see you no more.

Her cries had gotten louder and lounder while she was thinking at the same time. Then he would ALWAYS say how her sister is better then her, that she needs to be more like her. And not knowing to him, she was getting tired of it. But what could she do? She was little and he was a monster. Not even god would give her the strengh she needs to confront with him.

I'm so tired of telling you that mariah is better. She's my only GOOD child while you are nothing but a whore!

More tears rolled down as she thought about her childhood once more. Every night, after dinner, she would go up to her room and pray for help. She didn't think it was such a good idea because her father had good ears. She remember what happen when she was caught by her sister and she told. He had beat her and threw her against the wall. It was getting worse as she realize. And she didn't have the courage to say 'dad, you're hurting me.' for she knew, if she did, the beatings would get ALOT worse then it was before.

You little bitch! When I come back, I want my house to be nice and clean. Got it! God forbid, if anything happens to it, I will beat you to a pulp!

Mrs. Sanban started to scream. She digging her own grave, and no one will save her.

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Aww, poor Mrs. Sanban. (cries) I feel sorry for her even if it's a fiction. Please R&R