Fight back against the stepmother's favoritism

Summary

My stepmother was the classic 'smiling tiger'―sweet to your face, but rotten to the core.

In front of relatives, she'd brag to anyone who'd listen, "I treat both my daughters exactly the same."

But the moment the front door clicked shut, her daughter was feasting on fried chicken while I was stuck chewing on stale bread dipped in soy sauce.

If her daughter got into a fight, she called it 'having a strong personality.' If I so much as breathed a word of protest, a backhand would go flying acro