During my high school entrance exams, Mom kindly prepared a lavish seafood feast, which left me vomiting and bedridden with diarrhea for three days, making me miss the provincial key high school.
During my college entrance exams, she kindly booked a hotel the farthest from the exam site, claiming it would keep me undisturbed. But on the day of the exam, the long distance and traffic jams made me late, costing me my dream university.
When I began job hunting, Mom kindly altered my résumé, falsified my education, and sent it everywhere. That landed me on HR blacklists as a dishonest liar, shutting the doors of countless companies in my face.
Every time I argued with her, she would cry and apologize, insisting she only meant well, claiming she had made mistakes.
In the past, like Dad and Martin, I had been brainwashed by her over the years, mistaking it all for love. Even in anger, I never thought to resist or escape.
But now, having already been harmed to death by Mom once, I vowed I would never make the same mistake again.
While Dad and Martin were busy comforting Mom, I grabbed my laptop and phone and dashed out the door.