Mom Don’t

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On the day I was going home, my parents started to get busy in the

kitchen early in the morning.

They said they were going to prepare a big table of dishes to

celebrate for me.

My dad reminded my mom, “Tell her the dishes are all for her. Once she gets happy, perhaps she’ll forget about the dog.”

But the dishes they prepared were all Wendy’s favorites.

See? When someone doesn’t love you, they won’t even bother to put

on a full act.

My mom’s eyes were full of disdain. “She isn’t a little girl anymore. I don’t have to make her happy. Do you want me to feed her?

“The animal she raised bit Wendy. She owes Wendy an apology, OK? If she dares to pull a long face after she gets back, I’ll send her back right away. She can stay there forever. Forget about going to college. If she gets into trouble, she might be beaten to death.”

After they finished cooking, Wendy helped them bring the dishes to

the table.

As Wendy looked at the dishes on the table, her stomach started

growling.

My mom glanced at the clock on the wall and impatiently blamed my dad, “Did you call her? It’s so late, and she hasn’t come home yet. The

whole family is waiting for her. Where are her manners?”

My dad was completely focused on the pet fish he raised and didn’t

even turn his head.

“I thought you had called her.”

“Why would I?”

Wendy sensibly took out her phone and said, “Mom, Dad, take some

rest. You must be tired already. I’ll call her.”

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rest. You must be tired already. I’ll call her.”

The call went through, but no one answered.

She called me five times, and then she heard from the phone that my phone was turned off.

My mom called the coach and knew that I had already left school at 8 o’clock in the morning, and her expression changed drastically. Wendy whispered, “Mom, don’t be angry. Perhaps Violet felt depressed there and went to her friends after she left.”

She was implying something deliberately.

The words “depressed” and “friends” made my mom snap.

She slapped the table loudly.

“She’s depressed? I’m depressed, OK? I’m so unlucky to have given birth to such an ungrateful girl!

“I spent all morning preparing food for her, and what did she do? The second she came back, she hung out with her cronies! She even turned off her phone!

“She didn’t wanna come back? Fine! She should never come back! She’s dead to me!”

The atmosphere in the room was intense.

I stood in front of them and smiled bitterly, enduring their malice.

Mom, I will never go back.

I’m dead…

Mom, Don’t Cry For Me