After everything I’d been through, I suddenly realized that the only ones who had truly taken care of me since childhood were my parents. They cared for me the most and were the least willing to burden me. They would rather eat pickles, endure the pain of illness, and save every penny just to leave me some emergency money. They never asked for anything in return. I owed them so much.
At noon, both of my parents cooked a meal for me. It was delicious. As I ate, my phone buzzed with a message from Luna asking where I was and why I wasn’t at home. I didn’t respond. Then she sent another message, telling me she had bought me a gift. I still didn't reply.
By evening, the doorbell rang incessantly. When I opened the door, I found Luna standing there with some supplements and milk.
“Oh, Luna!” my parents exclaimed. “Please, come in. Sit down. I’ll wash some fruit for you and get some vegetables.”
They treated Luna like their own daughter, almost doting on her.
“Mom and Dad, there’s no need to fuss. Evan and I have things to discuss,” Luna said, trying to downplay the situation.