To outsiders, I had always been difficult to get along with. I was frigid, arrogant, mean, and unreasonable.They said I was like a thorny rose—beautiful but no one dared to approach me.They were not wrong because I had never allowed anyone to get close to me for a long time.The year my mother passed away, I was three years old. My father took his lover, Gloria Stone, and her daughter, Winona Sweeney, back home.At first, I tried to please them. I learned to control my temper, to give in, and to bow to them.However, I soon realized that the more I did this, the more my so-called obedient sister and perfect step-mother would slander and blame me.My father, who had been protective of me, gradually grew to dislike me.Thus, I stopped pleasing them. Since they disliked me, I would make them even more uncomfortable. I started becoming sharp and mean. They said I was uncultured, so I overturned the table at family gatherings.They said I did not understand the rules of the upper
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