My Family’s Love Became the Cage That Killed Me

My daughter, Bella, had failed her exams and even her graduation was delayed. Yet, as the new school year approached, she still lingered on her phone until five in the morning.

Driven by anger, I took her phone away.

I never expected her to suddenly erupt, snatching up a hammer and swinging it down at me.

“Give me back my phone! Give it back! Can’t you just stop controlling me? You’re so annoying!”

Each word fell with a hammer blow, until blood splattered from me on the spot.