My aunt gave my sister a satisfied look, then spoke to me earnestly, "Sylvia, the heart naturally leans toward the left side. Besides, Melody truly deserves extra affection. There's no need to nitpick over every little thing."
Easy for her to say.
"Then do you know what gift my mother gave you for the New Year? As I recall, it was the carton of milk nearing its expiry date, right?”
“But she gave a fifty-dollar shopping voucher for another aunt."
"Auntie, do you think her favoritism is only toward her own children?"
My tone was too serious and my aunt unconsciously loosened her grip on my mother's hand.
"And on birthdays—you got a silver bracelet, right? But another aunt got a gold necklace."
"Last time both of you needed money, but my mother lent it to another aunt first."
My aunt stared at my mother in disbelief.
"Sister, is what she is saying true? Aren't we both your sisters? Why make a difference when giving gifts between your little sisters?”
“Don't you know I needed the money for medical treatment, while her situation wasn't urgent at all compared to me?!"
My mother denied it repeatedly, "I didn't. She's making things up. She just wants to tear this family apart. Trust me!"