My sister immediately started to criticise.
I felt nothing inside, only asking her indifferently, "Were the croissants good? Thanks to you, the last time I had croissants was during the New Year."
Her lecture abruptly ended.
"You think mom favors me? Do you really think she's that kind of person?!"
She hung up.
The next day, my mother came home grumbling.
"It's just a few croissants. What's wrong with eating less? Have I ever starved you? Do you realize your words made your sister feel so guilty?"
"Favoritism? I cook for you, take care of you, but your sister never got that treatment! If anyone's showing favoritism, it's me favoring you!"
Her finger was practically poking my face.
"You said it yourself—just a few croissants. Did I not make enough? I spent half the day preparing them. Why should I only get two croissants?"
I felt so wronged.
We were both her daughters, but why did I get the huge mistreatment then?
My mother was about to say more when the alarm clock rang.
She hurriedly turned it off, grabbed some ingredients from the fridge and got busy in the kitchen.
After packing the meal, she seemed to remember something. Setting the lunchbox on the table, she dashed back to her room.