The homework I stayed up late to finish was hidden and thrown away by her.

I could overlook these small things.

But I absolutely couldn't accept it, she started cursing my parents to death.

So I started fighting with her directly at home.

She cursed my parents to die early. I was blinded by anger.

"It serves you right that your parents are dead."

The moment I said it, I regretted it a little.

I wanted to apologize, but Emilia cried and ran to report me.

She swore to make me lose my parents like her.

After that, she became even more relentless in framing me.

Now she had finally done it, my parents had become her parents.

Emilia said she cooked for Dad herself.

There were four dishes on the dining table, except for the dark green vegetables made by her, the rest of the dishes were made by mom.

Dad knew clearly that Emilia couldn't cook at all.

But even so, he was still very happy.

Unlike me, even if I cooked for Dad every day, I wouldn't get a compliment.

Since being neglected by my family, I have tried my best to make dad and mom happy.

I wanted them to know that I love them very much.

When Emilia didn't come, Dad and Mom all comforted me every day.

Two years ago, it was mom's birthday.

I especially learned several dishes that Grandma often made for Mom.

I waited in the living room until late and finally waited for them three to come back from going out to play.

I couldn't wait to uncover the covered dishes and present the sumptuous meals in front of them. I humbly spoke, with a hint of pleading in my voice.

"Happy birthday, Mom."

Mom just smiled awkwardly.

But Dad's face immediately turned black when he saw the dishes.

She went crazy and rushed forward, knocking over my dishes, and yelling at me like a mad person.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you? These are all dishes that your uncle likes."

"You knew it was your mom's birthday today. You knew your uncle was gone, and you still reminded me and tortured me in this way."

"You jinx, you should be the one who dies."

"Get out of here, don't appear in front of me again."

Mom just silently watched without saying anything.

Until now, when I thought of the scene that day, my soul still trembled with fear.

I was too young at that time; I wanted my parents to be happy and accept me again.

But I really didn't understand. It was a kind of harm to Dad.

Now that I'm really dead, Mom and Dad must be very happy to know!