"It's all my fault. Mom always told me that if Beth wanted to hit me, I should just stand still. If I had known, I would not have moved. Under such circumstances, my brother would not have kicked the table leg."
After I finished speaking, the adults looked at each other, and my mother became even more embarrassed.
I couldn't explain it clearly, but I still tried hard to do it.
"Zoe, you... What are you talking about? I've loved you since you were a child. Also, I always reminded your brother of taking care of you."
She added, "Your brother is still a child. He definitely didn't mean it."
I kept crying, and the woman called Dolcie who had been talking to me just now patted me on the back.
"Honey, don't cry. Your mother definitely doesn't mean that," she said so with a teasing smile.
I remembered that Dolcie and my mother had always been sworn enemies. They always competed with each other.
Especially, Dolcie's first child was a boy, but my mother gave birth to a daughter. Besides, she missed the opportunity to be promoted, while Dolcie got promoted.
Over the years, my mother and Dolcie had been competing with each other. But unluckily, she didn't have a boy all the time.