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This time, Mary finally remembered to prepare
my share of the meal.
But Mom and Dad’s expressions were cold.
From the time I got home to the time the
meal was served, they didn’t look at me or
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say a word to me.
I didn’t make a fuss, quietly put down my
schoolbag, and sat down to eat my chicken
leg carefully.
The sound of my chopsticks hitting the plate
and the sound of slurping while drinking
porridge were all over the table.
Table manners were taught to me at home,
because they didn’t want me to embarrass
them outside.
I used to think that if I learned these things
carefully, they would love me.
Later, I realized that no matter how decent or
excellent I was, they wouldn’t look at me
again.
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So here, I didn’t give them any face, and it
was more important to eat well than anything
else.
“Eating so messily, haven’t you eaten well
these past two months?”
Dad asked in a cold voice.
I paused, realizing that he was indirectly
mentioning that he had frozen my card.
“It’s okay, what’s wrong?” I took a sip of the
soup.
“Do you know what you did wrong?”
I raised my eyes.
In the past, no matter whether I was wrong or
not, I would take the initiative to admit my
mistake to my parents.
Because I was afraid that if I went against
them, they wouldn’t love me anymore.
But they didn’t love me in the first place, so
why bother to be sentimental.
I pulled a tissue and wiped my mouth. “I don’t
know where I went wrong.”
“You!”
Dad slammed his hand on the table. “Haven’t
you been hungry enough these past two
months!”
I frowned, coldly: “What kind of parent would
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force their child to admit their mistake by
starving them? Are you trying to make me
admit my mistake, or are you trying to kill
me!”
“You!”
“What, what!”
I slammed the table and stood up: “You have
to deduct $300 a month for living expenses!
Are you even a father?
“The change of Brittany’s dress is enough for
my living expenses for a year, but you’re not
stingy with her, but you have to be nitpicky
with me. What qualifications do you have to
accuse me with the attitude of a family
leader! What are you!”
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Dad’s face was livid, his fists clenched tightly,
and the veins on the back of his hands
bulged.
“Dad, don’t be angry.” Brittany hurriedly came
up to help him stroke his back.
Looking at me, she seemed to want to say
something but stopped, as if she was bearing
the burden:
“Dad, actually… Qingqing has been doing well
these past two months.
“Before, I was afraid that she didn’t have
anything to eat, so I thought about sending
her something, but it seems that someone
gave her money, it seems… a lot~ don’t worry
~“l
~ll
“What did you say!”
Mom stood up.
