After not seeing each other for a few years, his values had been completely twisted by Winnie. He was completely following her blindly, and there was no hope for him.
I didn't want to talk to him, but he didn't stop causing a scene.
He opened the handbag next to me without any regard for me, took out the preserved fruit and put it in his mouth.
But soon, he spat it out.
"Bah! It's so sweet. Mom, it's only been six years, but you have forgotten that I don't like sweet things? Really, even Auntie Winnie cared about me more than you. She remembers all my preferences. And this peanut pastry, don't you know I'm allergic to peanuts? Are you trying to kill me?"
My face darkened, "These are not prepared for you. Haven't she told you that taking others' things without permission is stealing?"
Bryan angrily grabbed the bag of preserved fruit and threw it on the ground, saying angrily, "You have no right to judge Auntie Winnie! She has made up for the lack of motherly love for me all these years! But you, you ran away so far without caring about me. Look at you, do you look like a mother?"
"Then don't call me mom anymore. I have a son, but it's not you."