The Diary She Left Behind: A Daughter's Last Pages

Mom was the neighborhood's "Moral Role Model." Her favorite hobby was destroying her own family for public praise.

When I was hungry and sneaked a piece of food from the ancestral offering table, she forced me to drink a bowl of dish soap water right in front of everyone — to "cleanse my stomach."

When the neighbor lost five hundred dollars, Mom didn't ask a single question. She grabbed a thick upholstery needle and drove it through all ten of my fingers.

Later, the police caught the real thief. It was the neighbor's own son.

But Mom just kept smiling at the neighbor: