But even so, he was still very happy.
Unlike me, even if I cooked for Dad every day, I wouldn't get a compliment.
Since being neglected by my family, I have tried my best to make dad and mom happy.
I wanted them to know that I love them very much.
When Emilia didn't come, Dad and Mom all comforted me every day.
Two years ago, it was mom's birthday.
I especially learned several dishes that Grandma often made for Mom.
I waited in the living room until late and finally waited for them three to come back from going out to play.
I couldn't wait to uncover the covered dishes and present the sumptuous meals in front of them. I humbly spoke, with a hint of pleading in my voice.
"Happy birthday, Mom."
Mom just smiled awkwardly.
But Dad's face immediately turned black when he saw the dishes.
She went crazy and rushed forward, knocking over my dishes, and yelling at me like a mad person.
"You did it on purpose, didn't you? These are all dishes that your uncle likes."
"You knew it was your mom's birthday today. You knew your uncle was gone, and you still reminded me and tortured me in this way."
"You jinx, you should be the one who dies."
"Get out of here, don't appear in front of me again."