She turned pale, but I didn’t stop.

— I don’t consider you my mother. I despise you for how you humiliated me as a child, how you left me alone at home while you went off with men. And be grateful I haven’t told the police yet what you do with your friends on weekends. Do you think I don’t notice? Enough. Out of my house. I don’t want to see you again.

Silence fell in the room. My mother went pale, her face twisted, and a second later she burst into tears and ran out the door. The relatives looked at each other; no one dared to speak.

No one will ever control my fate again.