It took my mother more than an hour to clean me up.
Sweating profusely from exhaustion, she still carefully dressed me in clean clothes and settled me into the wheelchair.
"You must be hungry, right? I'll cook for you right now."
Overwhelmed by exhaustion, Mom nearly fainted when she stood up. But after just a few seconds of rest, she forced herself to walk into the kitchen.
Soon, she brought out steamed fish, braised pork belly, stir-fried vegetables and a pot of steaming hot chicken soup.
Mom put the dishes in front of me, scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, gently blew on it to cool it down and brought it to my lips.
"I specially bought a fresh free-range chicken from the farm today to make this soup. You loved it when you were little. Try some.”
Mom's eyes were filled with worry. "Kelly, you're already suffering from diarrhea. If you don't eat something to nourish your energy, your body won't be able to handle it.”
I looked at her, my tone still indifferent. “I have no appetite.”
Then I turned to my dad, who was lying on the couch playing on his phone and said softly, “Dad, I want that bread on the coffee table.”
Without even looking up, he said impatiently, “That’s mine, I bought it myself. If you want one, push your wheelchair and go buy it yourself.”
Mom shot Dad a glare before turning to me and saying gently, "Kelly, eat your meal first. After you finish, I'll go buy you some bread, okay?”
I stubbornly shook my head, refusing to eat her cooking.
Seeing this, the live comment blew up again.
[Is this girl crazy? She won’t eat the food her mom made, but insists on her dad’s bread!]
[I thought she was just confused, but this is beyond ridiculous. After everything her dad did to her, she still craves his stuff?]
[I pity her mother! After being so busy and cooking all day, it was all for nothing. She had carefully prepared a table of food, but she didn't even look at it.]
[Disgusting! The more I look at it, the more I feel that this daughter is trash!]
The first day's livestream ended with the chat section flooded with insults directed at me.
The next day, Mom got off work a little earlier than usual.
When she walked in, she was carrying a warm bag.
“Kelly, didn’t you want to eat bread yesterday? I went to buy them after work. It's your favorite, with meat filling. Come and try one."
I looked at the bread and said indifferently, "I don't want to eat it now.”