Mom's eyes were filled with worry. "Kelly, you're already suffering from diarrhea. If you don't eat something to nourish your energy, your body won't be able to handle it.”
I looked at her, my tone still indifferent. “I have no appetite.”
Then I turned to my dad, who was lying on the couch playing on his phone and said softly, “Dad, I want that bread on the coffee table.”
Without even looking up, he said impatiently, “That’s mine, I bought it myself. If you want one, push your wheelchair and go buy it yourself.”
Mom shot Dad a glare before turning to me and saying gently, "Kelly, eat your meal first. After you finish, I'll go buy you some bread, okay?”
I stubbornly shook my head, refusing to eat her cooking.
Seeing this, the live comment blew up again.
[Is this girl crazy? She won’t eat the food her mom made, but insists on her dad’s bread!]
[I thought she was just confused, but this is beyond ridiculous. After everything her dad did to her, she still craves his stuff?]
[I pity her mother! After being so busy and cooking all day, it was all for nothing. She had carefully prepared a table of food, but she didn't even look at it.]