My Mom Raised Me to Be the “Perfect Daughter,” But I Revealed Her Secret on Graduation DayChapter 1
Ten years of school. Ten years of Mom bringing me meals.
For my safety, she quit her job—sweeping streets just to wait for me after class.
Dad finally snapped: "If you keep spoiling this girl, I want a divorce!"
Mom agreed without hesitation.
Her story went viral. They called her "Mother of the Year."
And I lived up to expectations—top scores in the city, every single year.
We became the single-parent family everyone envied.
Until the day of the college entrance exam, when reporters gathered outside the exam site before dawn.
But the first thing I did when I walked out?
I disowned her.
The crowd erupted. Ungrateful. Heartless. How dare she.
Rachel Monroe, a reporter, couldn't help but ask: "When you were born, someone tried to drown you. Your mother stopped them. She dug through garbage to pay for your education—refused to let patriarchal traditions destroy your future. Why would you cut ties with her?"
I pulled a medical report from my bag. My voice was calm.
"Ask her what's in the 'vitamins' she's fed me for eighteen years. Then you'll understand."
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