He always talked about family harmony, but that harmony never included me.
I didn't pick up my fork.
Eating this meal meant giving in to Louise's demands.
The atmosphere at the table suddenly grew cold. Seeing I wasn't touching my food, Louise slammed her bowl down with a loud crack.
"You ungrateful brat!
"Do you want your brother to be sick forever?"
I shot Louise an icy glare. "When Dad wasn't home, you were supposed to take care of me. Instead, you fed me leftovers and sometimes didn't let me eat at all. I don't know if Oliver really has anemia, but I sure do.
"Hey Mom, why don't you donate some blood to me first?"
Dad's face hardened, but he didn't jump to Louise's defense.
Louise arched an eyebrow, feigning concern as she handed me some honey water.
"Don't make up stories just because you don't like me. What this family needs most is harmony, you understand?"
Louise had always made me eat scraps, and now she was preaching about harmony and love.
How ironic!
I turned to my dad, my voice shaking. "Dad... don't you remember? I can't eat honey. It makes me sick to my stomach."
Dad's face darkened as he glanced at a nervous-looking Louise.