And she didn’t hesitate.
She handed it all over to my aunt, just so Julia could have the chance to study abroad.
I realized something was terribly wrong.
Desperate, I threatened to end my life if my mother didn’t tell me the truth. She looked at me coldly and said,
"Julia wants to go abroad, so you should give it to her."
"Your grandfather’s last wish before he died was for me to take good care of your aunt. You know that better than anyone."
"Your aunt has had a hard life. Julia is better than you—why are you so jealous?"
I cried, I begged, I went on a hunger strike, but all I got in return was ridicule colder than winter.
That bank card held every scholarship and paycheck I had saved since high school—250,000 yuan. That was my tuition, my dream, my future.
Yet my mother only scoffed.
"What are you starving for? Your sister is the one who’s nearly starving!"
She stood at the kitchen door, her voice full of impatience.
"Bring out whatever you’ve cooked and let your sister eat first. She’s delicate—she can’t stand being hungry!"
She looked at Julia with nothing but distress.