"You're outrageous! I can't even bear to spank my own son, so how could you, an outsider, do that?"
He kicked me and sent me to the ground.
A sharp pain shot through my lower back. I must have broken a rib. The pain made me gasp.
"Mom, Mom, are you okay?"
My daughter rushed over, hugging me and crying. I raised my head and argued, "He was the one who scolded me and Sherry first!"
My mother quickly came to support me: "Tell me, what are you angry about with your brother?"
"No wonder your brother hit you. Don't you know Ramon is the lifeblood of our family?"
"Even if he scolded you and Sherry, so what? It won't cost you anything. Why make such a fuss?"
It turned out that my daughter and I held absolutely no weight in my mother's heart.
I pushed her hand away and staggered to my feet. I just wanted to take my daughter and leave. I didn't want to stay here even a minute longer.
But before I could take two steps, my mother stopped me:
"Hey, let's eat first. You're grown up, and you're still angry?"
For some reason, I was simmering with anger, and I wanted to see if my mother had any place for me and my daughter.