My mom was shocked and ended up crying at the table.
My teammates didn’t say a word. They just walked out.
After that, I was never invited to another boxing team gathering.
I confronted her about it, but she brushed it off. She said as a big star, she had to keep up appearances and couldn’t lower herself to smile at just anyone.
“Does it not matter that my mom cried because of you? What about those teammates who helped you?”
I had never been this angry with her before. No matter how spoiled or difficult she got, I always let it slide.
But that day, my frustration boiled over.
What was the worth of a love won at the cost of losing both a career and family?
When my mom saw Aurora and me arguing, she wiped her tears and quickly defended me, praising Aurora for everything she had done.
But Aurora didn’t appreciate it at all; she hadn’t eaten a single bite and rushed out of the gathering.
Later, when Aurora fell ill with uremia and learned that my mom was a match for her kidney transplant, it seemed like the sweet girl I once knew had returned.
She invited our family to her villa for dinner, cooking for my parents herself.