She pretended to care about me, but it was actually pitiful that I was not successful.
She let my mom on the verge of death rest assured that the money saved over the years was in her hands, but also asked Rose to take more care of me.
My mother, who had worked hard her whole life, still worried about her useless and foolish daughter even on her deathbed.
The money that went into Rose's pocket never came out again, and that money was gone.
Today, with my help, the cotton socks on the stall were sold out very quickly.
During dinner, my mother stood in front of me, feeling embarrassed. She vigorously wiped her rough hands on her apron and took out a wrinkled banknote.
"Daisy, I earned a lot of money today. Take it and buy something delicious."
I smiled and took the small stack of money, "Thank you, Mom. I'll go shopping with you tomorrow."
My mom was slightly stunned, and there were hidden tears flashing in the bottom of her eyes, "Okay... Okay..."
This was the first time in my two lifetimes that I went to the morning market to shop with my mom. The crowd was bustling, and from above, it looked like a moving electronic painting, with occasional smells of chicken and duck droppings in the air.