“If you love nurturing talent so much, Mom, why don’t you get a job yourself and fund Emily’s dream of being a singer?”
“You’re getting more and more ungrateful!”
Fuming, she grabbed Emily and slammed the door.
“Let’s eat out. Let her do whatever she wants!”
The noisy house fell silent.
For once, I felt at peace.
I received Mr. Johnson’s documents and packed my luggage.
Four days left until I moved to the U.S.
When they came back the next morning, Mom dropped a bag on the table.
“You haven’t eaten, right? Emily and I bought you something—eat it while it’s hot.”
Maybe she wanted to make peace.
But she gave me a look as if it was some great favor.
As I opened the bag, she was already talking like usual.
“We were out all night, and you didn’t even worry? You should be grateful. Your sister thought of you and brought food for you.”
“In my opinion, you’re just too selfish. Your sister is far more considerate than you.”
I looked at the bag of pork dumplings and felt nauseated.
When I set the bag aside and headed straight into the kitchen to cook, she grew agitated.
“Your sister and I thought of you, and this is the attitude you give us?”
I kept my expression flat.
“I don’t eat pork dumplings.”