Her Three Toasts, My Final GoodbyeChapter 1
I came across a video my mom posted of her toasting herself, and it went viral.
I laughed at how trendy she thought she was at her age and clicked to watch.
“First glass, to me, for raising two daughters on my own.”
“Second glass, to my baby girl, who just got into her dream university this year.”
“Third glass, to my eldest daughter…”
I waited with anticipation, but then she added,
“Third glass, to my eldest daughter, who I never gave up on, despite her selfishness, bad temper, stinginess, and overall shameful behavior.”
The smile on my face froze. I immediately opened my chat with my boss, Mr. Johnson.
“You mentioned an overseas project before. I’m willing to go.”
“Sophia Lane, I’m glad you agreed, but what about your mother and sister?”
His reply came instantly.
I had been a project manager at the company for a few years and had closed quite a few big deals. Mr. Johnson valued me highly and wanted me to take a management role in a newly developed field in the United States.
It was a rare opportunity, and I happily went home to share the news with my mom and my sister.
But my mom’s smile dropped, and her voice grew sharp.
“You’re going abroad?”