*First off, I'm sorry for not being the daughter you always wanted me to be. I never had good grades, never was very polite, and generally was disliked by the older generation.
The caning didn't do much, to be honest. I just yelled so you would stop.*
*I'm sorry about the time I broke your phone when you confiscated mine. There's a few hundred dollars inside my bank, you can withdraw all of it; I won't be touching that again. See, I'm...
let's just say eloping. With Mark.*
*When you shouted at me last night, about how ashamed you were of me for switching boyfriends like a cheap slut, I realized that you were right,
and that I was the type of daughter no mother wanted to have. But you're wrong about Mark; I've only known him a week, but he's an absolute gem.*
*Maybe I'll contact you sometime in the distant future after we're married, just to show you how wrong you were about him.
Until then, please stay healthy and well, and be happier knowing I'm out of your life.*
The note that was now in her family's mailbox replayed itself in her mind again, and she just sat there, numb.
The ropes were cutting into her wrists and ankles.