All because, as the older sister, I was expected to yield to her.
Later, Mom even pointed at me in front of relatives and complained:
“Why doesn’t this child ever want to eat something good? Emily just loves meat.”
“I guess that’s just fate. Emily was born lucky.”
“Sophia was just born to suffer.”
But was that suffering my choice?
Ignoring their colorful faces, I dragged my suitcase out the door.
Their curses were shut behind it.
And I felt nothing but exhilaration.
I thought I could spend the last few days in peace, but the next evening at the hotel, scrolling through videos, I saw my mom again.
This time she wasn’t doing the “Three Glasses of Wine” toast.
Instead, she posted two clips accusing her eldest daughter—me—of terrible behavior in the past two days.
Both went viral.
As a “suffering mother,” she drew endless sympathy, and many urged her to livestream and chat about it.
So there she was, on livestream, speaking passionately.
“We mothers are too forgiving. If I’d known she’d turn out this way, I’d never have given birth to her!”
Beside her, Emily played the role of innocent little angel, handing her water with just the right touch of pity, moving the viewers to tears.