Summary
My mom said I was a damned curse.
When I was born, she tried to strangle me, but failed.
Later, just as she wished, I died at the hands of a Pervert.
When my mom came to claim my body, she showed not a trace of sorrow.
People around her accused her of being cold-hearted, saying she wasn’t fit to be a mother.
But later, in front of everyone, she cut that person to pieces.
She said, “She was my daughter.”
When I opened my eyes again, I woke up to find myself in the year when my mom was sixteen.