Sold by My Parents, I Returned as Their Judge

The year I turned eighteen, both the adopted son in our family and I were accepted to college.

But my parents told me—the one who'd gotten into a top university—to go work illegally overseas, so they could fund my brother's enrollment at a $200,000-a-year diploma mill.

"You're a girl. No amount of education is going to change that."

"Barret's a boy. Your mother and I are counting on him to take care of us when we're old!"

I refused. I would rather have died than obeyed.

So they crushed sleeping pills into my food, and while I was unconscious, they bound me and loaded me onto a smuggling…