It turns out, it was all my mom’s plan.
My mom’s phone was charging, and a message
from my uncle came in.
“Sis, Tiffany will come join you and spend time
with you. Please take care of her for me.”
My eyes began to water. This is what parent’s
love for their daughter is supposed to be.
My mom only told me to work when I went to my uncle’s house.
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Also, my mom’s WeChat timeline only had
Tiffany’s photos.
“Tiffany is 18. Tiffany got into college. I will buy
her a new computer.”
I went to college too, but my mom didn’t say
anything. Everyone in my dorm had a computer,
except me.
“Tiffany is 22. Tiffany graduated from college
and has a bright future. I will give her $2,000.”
I had already found an internship in my senior
year. My mom said I could make money and
didn’t need living expenses from her anymore.
Then Tiffany got married to Mark.
My mom posted it on her timeline.
“Tiffany is 25. A match made in heaven.”
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And when I married Jake, she said she wasn’t feeling well and didn’t attend.
It felt like Tiffany was her real daughter, and I was just a nobody.
I was getting more and more upset, and tears fell from my eyes.
Back in the kitchen, they finally noticed that no one was cooking and that I was being lazy.
My mom stomped into the bedroom, finding me putting my daughter to sleep.
“Why aren’t you cooking already?! How late is
it? Do you want Tiffany and them to starve?!”
I shushed her.
“You can’t even be quiet! Can’t someone even talk in the house?!”
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My mom raised her voice on purpose.
My daughter was startled awake and started
crying again.
I couldn’t help but get angry.
“Mom, this is your house, you can go cook if
you have time!”
My mom’s eyes widened and slapped my arm.
“You are going against me now! You are asking
your mom to work!”
“Everyone knows you cook so well, so rely on
you!”
I had been comforting my daughter and
explaining to her so that she would sleep soon.
I didn’t want her to be woken up.
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Jake came in.
“Honey, give me the baby and go cook. Tiffany
said she was hungry.”
My mom was desperate when she heard it and
felt so bad for her.
“That’s not okay, she’s so thin, she won’t be
able to take it.
Go grab a snack!”
I gave the baby to Jake. Even if she didn’t want
to, there was nothing I could do.
When I entered the kitchen, the smell of oil
made me nauseous, and I started to vomit.
I was less than three months into this
pregnancy. I had an exam that showed that my fetus wasn’t stable, and the doctor asked me to rest, but that was out of the question today.
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My mom saw me cover my mouth and said
angrily, hitting my head.
“Why? Are you doing this on purpose?”
“You don’t come back much, and now you’re
annoyed when you have to work!”
Covering my mouth, I explained in a low voice.
“I am pregnant. I feel like vomiting.”
My mom’s eyes opened even wider.
“So what if you’re pregnant? I worked when I
was pregnant with you!”
I couldn’t help but argue.
“So just because you suffered, you want me to go through it again too?”
