Trapped in Shame: A Daughter's Descent and Redemption

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nd pleaded, "Baby, please, just one

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f the camp, my st

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till al

nds, transforming me from the overweight daughter my paren

ing slim really suits you. " My mother s

I'll take you shopping for new ones and make you look bea

a husband quickly, or you'll never get married. You were so reluctant w

irror, my cheeks hollow, with only my large eyes

but if my mother said it

halfway through shopping,

t seeing my parents' enthusiasm, I silen

my father complained of hunger

ntending to help, but the smell of oil m

p your mother ca

"Look at your mother working so hard, and you don't even h

me to be filial to them and to help

ndry, sweeping the floor-t

said, forcing myself to carry a

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ents' expressions, hoping her frown woul

doesn't hurt. Plea

hoping the redness

s torture

ll your favorite dishes. But don't eat too much. You

to stir my appetite, only makin

ny shortcut to

re days I didn't eat at

sneaked into the kitchen and

ch locked me in a da

od, but eating it meant endurin

having not eaten

as electrocuted and vomited from the pain at th

my body convul

ered to the small window, hoping s

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meat lost i

felt hunger,

easy, fatty foods ma

d so hard to prepare this for you. Aren't these

e knife and fork, quickly lowering

bite, the taste of sesame

ed and vomited

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ssions, I quickly knelt down, gr

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in

e me tremble with fea

had to clean it

in

couldn't hold ba

Mom. It's al

n my knees, as my mother

ay? I'm not mad. Wh

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ather spoke up, "There were

look, their expre

, "Let's go to

ey were implying,

, Mom. I don't need t

my hand, forcing

oo afraid to resist, only crying

y touch, looking at me

hand, murmurin

of course, showed

ons, tormenting us with endless exerc

tion-it nearly killed me. How