I always dreamed of a little girl named Tang Xiaoxiao. For a whole week, I dreamt of her being abused by her mother every night.

I was a little scared to sleep, so every evening I intentionally procrastinated on my homework until late into the night, feeling exhausted before finally getting into bed.

Last night, after finishing my homework, I finally felt tired and decided to go to sleep. As I passed by the mirror, I instinctively took a glance and was so scared that I almost lost my soul.

The reflection in the mirror looked more and more like the Tang Xiaoxiao from my dreams!

The childish features, the slender frame, and especially that look in the eyes, were so eerie and terrifying that I felt like a stranger in my own body.

I couldn't bear to look any further, so I ran back to bed as if my life depended on it, wrapping myself in the covers.

I don't know when I fell asleep, I just knew I was woken up by the sound of my mother knocking on the door in the morning.

The room was filled with the scent of lean pork and vegetable congee.

She must have gotten up early again to make me breakfast.

As I opened the door, she came in with a basin of wet clothes, apparently heading to the balcony to hang them up.

"You woke up early to do homework, my **, you're amazing!"

Passing by the desk, my mother placed a bottle of warm milk on the table, warming my heart.

The morning sunlight cast a gentle glow on my mother's back.

She looked nothing like the woman in my dreams.

That was just a dream.

My mother wasn't the woman from my dream, she wasn't a demon torturing her own daughter.

I comforted myself. Upon leaving the room, I saw the wet footprints she had left on the stairs.

A memory suddenly surfaced in my mind.

A two-year-old girl struggling to climb the wooden stairs on her own.

She was so young and afraid of heights that she had to muster up the courage to climb each step.

Her pants were already wet, leaving a trail of water on the wooden stairs.

"Mommy, Xiao Xiao is cold..."

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, the little girl clung to her mother's legs, trembling so much that her voice was quivering.

Seeing Xiao Xiao's pants wet, her mother instantly flew into a rage: "You won't learn to remember to go to the bathroom until you get spanked!"

With that, she pushed Xiao Xiao down the stairs.

"Thud! Thud! Thud..."

Xiao Xiao's body rolled down the stairs like a pumpkin.

Poor Xiao Xiao was in pain. Xiao Xiao was scared...

Her mother stood at the top of the stairs, staring coldly at Xiao Xiao, as if she were just a tiny cat or dog.

After this fall, Xiao Xiao lay in bed for a whole month.

Every day, she repeated the scene of falling down the stairs in her dreams, crying until her tears ran dry.

Since then, Xiao Xiao developed a habit of tightly holding onto the railings at the top of the stairs.

I empathized with her, feeling both afraid and sorrowful, and at the moment, I was tightly gripping the railing, shaking with fear.

The sound of my mother hanging the clothes on the balcony lingered in my ears.

A cold wind entered my body from behind, causing me to shiver before a ringing sound filled my ears.

A childish voice commanded me, "Let her experience what it's like to roll down the stairs. She deserves it!"

An inexplicable sense of hatred surged within me as I walked into the bathroom and silently applied shampoo to the stairs...

Each action was calm and meticulous. After finishing everything, I calmly went down to the kitchen to prepare a bowl of lean pork and vegetable congee.

"Ah!"

Before I even left the kitchen, I heard a scream, followed by the sound of my mother falling down the stairs.

The slippery shampoo had allowed her to experience Xiao Xiao's pain.

"Haha, isn't the sound of her falling down the stairs agonizingly delightful?"

The childish voice ecstatically exclaimed inside my head.

At this moment, my resolve was unwavering.

I had to take revenge on my mother, I had to make her suffer tenfold!