But the moment the food was served, I completely gave up. My mother filled a bowl of shrimp for my nephew. Seeing me staring at her, she reluctantly shared one from his bowl with my daughter.
My daughter looked at me awkwardly, unsure whether to speak.
My mother then said to my brother, "Hurry up and eat your favorite braised pork ribs!"
I asked my mother, "Mom, didn't you promise to make me boiled fish?"
My mother was stunned for a moment, then said confidently, "We already have so many dishes for lunch today. Do you have to have boiled fish?"
"Sherry can eat shrimp, but you can have something else?"
I said calmly, "Sherry is allergic to shrimp. I can't touch ginger. Don't you remember that?"
My mother looked at me strangely, "Why are you and your daughter being so pretentious?"
My brother slammed the table and said, "If you want to eat, eat. Suppose you don't, get out! You're eating and drinking for free, and you're complaining!"
The last shred of hope in my heart collapsed. I closed my eyes, stood up, and said, "I'm taking Sherry home first!"