Born as the Daughter of the Wicked Woman

Iwasbornasthedaughterofawickedwomaninanovel.Atbirth,mymotherhadalreadybeenexposedtoherevildeedsandwasconfinedtothespire,andwouldsoonfaceamiserabledeathinthehandofthemaincharacters.Ilookedatmymother,whowasstillsearchingforherex-husbanduntilthemomentshediedandheldherhands.Mylittlehandgottangledwithmymother’sroughhandandhereyesfullofwarmthturnedtome.“IunderstandMom.”“….”“Don’tsufferanymore,sleeptight.”Don’twaitforthedadwhowon’tcome.Tearsfellfrommymother’seyesatmywords,andsoonshefellasleeppeacefully.Sincethenovel’s“WickedWoman”isnowdead,herdaughter,Iwillbebeatentodeathbypeopletomorrownight.Andthesecondpartofthenovelwillbegin.Awarmnovelinwhichthedaughterofthemaincharactersbeginsheradventurefullofhappiness.ButIdidn’twanttodie,andIhadnointentionoflettingthestoryflowthatway.“It’sokaytobemean.”Idecidedtocompletelyre-writethesecondpartofthenovelbecauseit’salifethatmaybekilledanytimeanyway.