Mr. Anderson and I enacted a touching father-daughter scene, and many people approached me after we left the stage.
Some of Fiona's followers, along with their parents, also came over to express their fondness for me.
In my previous life, these same people had spoken quite differently, often locking me in the bathroom and drenching me to demonstrate their disdain.
Holding my juice, I managed to respond to a few comments before making an excuse to slip away.
Affection and goodwill came easily because I was now recognized as the Anderson family's biological daughter.
In my previous life, my foster parents despised me. I felt inferior, especially compared to my brother Billy, who showed baseball talent from a young age. I accepted my perceived shortcomings and believed it was because I w
