Chapter 1

After my mom woke up from a nap, she became a completely different person.

Before, she always doted on my sister, fulfilling her every wish.

As for me, she was always critical and harsh.

But now, everything has flipped upside down.

She started demanding that my eight-year-old sister take care of the whole family's daily needs, often beating and scolding her, claiming it was to toughen her up.

Meanwhile, she began buying me pretty dresses and delicate cakes that I'd never had before, calling me her little princess.

Under Mom's treatment, my sister grew more sullen by the day, which only led to harsher punishments from Mom.

But only I knew the truth: Mom had traveled back in time.

Interestingly, so had I.

"How did I end up with a child like you? Eat, eat, eat, that's all you do. You see food and can't control yourself. Were you a starving ghost in your past life?"

I had just opened my eyes when I heard Mom yelling at my sister Rachel downstairs.

Soon after, Rachel's earth-shattering cries filled the air.

I had lost count of how many times Mom had found an excuse to beat and scold Rachel like this. I waited until Rachel's cries subsided a bit before slowly getting out of bed and heading downstairs.

The moment Mom saw me, her fierce expression instantly melted into a smile. She hurried over to greet me, glancing at my feet before turning to yell at Rachel again, "Are you blind? Can't you see your sister isn't wearing slippers? Hurry up and get her a pair!"

Rachel, still sitting on the floor, wiped her eyes roughly before reluctantly getting up to fetch my slippers.

By then, Mom had already carried me to the dining table and set me in a chair. In front of me was an elaborate breakfast, though I noticed the plate of cherries was considerably depleted.

Connecting this with Rachel's scolding earlier, it wasn't hard to guess that Rachel had been caught sneaking some cherries.

Ever since Mom woke up from her nap last week, Rachel hadn't had the chance to eat any fruit. Even for regular meals, she only got leftovers after everyone else had finished.

I poked at the food on my plate with my fork, smiling silently to myself.