"How could I have such an unreasonable mother like you? You have gone completely crazy for that jinx."
Grandma had to leave with a look of despair after a big argument with him.
Looking at Grandma's hunched figure, I really wanted to follow her. But my soul couldn't obey and could only be taken away at the moment Dad left.
Perhaps my obsession was too deep, and my soul could only revolve around Dad.
There was a sharp pain in my chest, like being pricked by a needle.
Dad, I have never lied to you.
Dad went to buy the bag that Emilia liked the most, hurriedly rushed home, and at the moment the door opened, a wave of food fragrance floated in the house.
Mom was serving the dishes.
Emilia heard the movement and walked out of the kitchen with a spatula in her hand.
"Dad, you're finally back."
Dad was a little surprised, "Why are you cooking in the kitchen by yourself? Let your mom do it."
Emilia shyly lowered her head and said, "I know you have been working very hard these days. I made your favorite dish and I hope you like it." After speaking, she showed a smile, seeking praise.
Dad smiled and touched her head.
"Emilia is the best-behaved child!"
Mom also kept praising Emilia.
This warm scene made my eyes feel a sting.
The affection that should have belonged to me had been taken away by Emilia.
Just like that night eight years ago, I was the one who got hurt.
Emilia tore apart my stuffed toys and angrily roared at me.
"Why is it that your parents often buy you toys, but no one buys them for me?"
Uncle and aunt didn't have diplomas and could only rely on odd jobs to make a living. The conditions were indeed not very good.
My parents often told me to understand the situation of my uncle. I often gave her some small toys and had always been very accommodating to her.
But this did not make Emilia grateful. Instead, she felt that I insulted her by giving her toys that I had played with.
I was so angry that I cried and wanted to run home overnight.
Uncle and aunt passed away, and Emilia became an orphan.
I felt sorry for her and felt sorry for her experience, so I had always been accommodating to her.
But as long as it was something I liked, she wanted to take it away.
She accused me of stealing things at home and caused me to be punished.
She knew that I had good grades, so she deliberately put cheat sheets in my pencil case and then accused me of cheating.