In his haste, he knocked over a cup of coffee on the table, and the little cat let out a yelp and scurried away, accidentally crashing right into me.
"You're a bad woman. Go away!"
Michael rushed in front of me, pushing me away repeatedly.
"I don't want you to be my mommy! I want Aunt Amelia! I want Aunt Amelia!"
My eyes reddened as I looked at him, who I hadn't seen in so long, but he felt so unfamiliar to me.
When he was a month old, the McDowell family, fearing my alcoholic and gambling father would come after me, took him away under the guise of safety.
The only time I truly spent with him was that first month after his birth.
Michael looked just like his father, and now he was treating me with the same disdain, crying for me to go away.
"Michael, you shouldn't talk to your mom like that."
Amelia came to her senses and quickly ran over to hold Michael in her arms to comfort him.
Michael was already hyperventilating and kept asking me why I had come back.
I felt a sharp pain in my heart.
"Mrs. McDowell, Michael has been feeling down these days; please don't take it to heart."
These words made it seem as if I was the real outsider.
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at me with disdain.