“To broaden my horizons? Or to let the whole internet condemn me as unfilial?”
I sneered, which only annoyed her more.
“How can you talk to your mother like that? I’m your mom—don’t I have the right to teach you?”
“Since you already know, just come back quietly. You’re the older sister. Isn’t it normal for you to give more?”
Apparently, leaving myself only enough for basic living expenses and funneling everything else to them—
To her, that was just “a little more.”
I didn’t argue. I simply murmured “Mm.”
That satisfied her enough to hang up.
The next morning, I took my freshly issued visa and went straight to the airport.
In the airport lobby, the big screen was playing clips from a reality show that had gone viral, combining the “Three Glasses of Wine” video with the image of a selfish daughter.
Mom and the “unfilial daughter” narrative drew everyone’s attention.
Parents pulled their children close, preaching lessons as they passed.
“See? A child may not love their mom, but a mom always loves her child.”
Love?
Of course there was love.
I could never forget Mom’s panic when she rushed me to the hospital as a kid.