At dinner that night, the cola chicken wings didn’t even reach my mouth before they landed on my head. It was the same scene as tonight.
"Hazel! You’re only seven and you’re already this disgusting!"
"You're trying to seduce your dad into cooking for you and you don’t even see how full of yourself you are!"
Since then, I never drank cola or ate chicken wings again.
While I was thinking about it, Grandpa Vale looked at me with disgust. “What are you standing there for? Go to your room! Can’t you see your mom is already angry because of you?”
“You really have no heart. You just came home and already made your mom this upset.”
I stayed quiet, pulled the vegetable leaves hanging from my hair and walked toward my room.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Grandma Anna leaning on Grandpa’s shoulder, covering her face. “If I’d known, I wouldn’t have let our dear daughter have a child. How could she give birth to such a monster?”
“Look what you’ve done to our precious daughter.”
Tears fell from my eyes. I didn’t. I should have let my mother give birth to me.
When I got to bed, I couldn’t stay standing anymore. My legs gave out and I fell to the floor.