Melody ate with relish and my mother even picked croissants from her own plate to give her. The two of them chatted away, completely leaving me out.
I could not help but complain, "Mom, I want to eat more croissants."
My sudden outburst shattered the warm mother-daughter moment.
I was usually not so tactless, but after working so hard, I just wanted a few more croissants. Surely, my mother shouldn't blame me.
She glanced at my empty plate and frowned.
“Are you some kind of glutton reincarnated? You've already finished everything and now you want more? Look at your sister—she's not nearly as greedy as you."
But my sister's plate was practically overflowing.
In the past, I might have just let it slide, but remembering the diary I'd seen earlier, I felt compelled to argue. "But I only ate two, while Melody ate sixteen."
I pointed at my sister's still-full plate, making my mother stare at me in disbelief, her face flushing red with anger.
"You even counted how many croissants your sister ate? You're so calculating!"
"How did I end up with such a calculating daughter? So greedy?"