[Disgusting! The more I look at it, the more I feel that this daughter is trash!]
The first day's livestream ended with the chat section flooded with insults directed at me.
The next day, Mom got off work a little earlier than usual.
When she walked in, she was carrying a warm bag.
“Kelly, didn’t you want to eat bread yesterday? I went to buy them after work. It's your favorite, with meat filling. Come and try one."
I looked at the bread and said indifferently, "I don't want to eat it now.”
A flicker of disappointment and sadness crossed Mom's face, but she forced a smile.
“Then what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you.”
I gave her a cold stare. “I don't want to eat anything you make.”
Then, I maneuvered my wheelchair toward the balcony for some fresh air.
The moment I stepped out of the room, I collided head-on with Dad, who was drinking straight from a bottle and I knocked the bottle and it fell on the floor.
Dad was furious. “Damn it! Don't you have eyes? You spilled all my good liquor I had just brought!”
He picked up the bottle and kicked my wheelchair hard. The chair jolted violently and tilted to the side.
"Kelly!"