"Mom, Mom, are you okay?"

My daughter rushed over, hugging me and crying. I raised my head and argued, "He was the one who scolded me and Sherry first!"

My mother quickly came to support me: "Tell me, what are you angry about with your brother?"

"No wonder your brother hit you. Don't you know Ramon is the lifeblood of our family?"

"Even if he scolded you and Sherry, so what? It won't cost you anything. Why make such a fuss?"

It turned out that my daughter and I held absolutely no weight in my mother's heart.

I pushed her hand away and staggered to my feet. I just wanted to take my daughter and leave. I didn't want to stay here even a minute longer.

But before I could take two steps, my mother stopped me:

"Hey, let's eat first. You're grown up, and you're still angry?"

For some reason, I was simmering with anger, and I wanted to see if my mother had any place for me and my daughter.

But the moment the food was served, I completely gave up. My mother filled a bowl of shrimp for my nephew. Seeing me staring at her, she reluctantly shared one from his bowl with my daughter.

My daughter looked at me awkwardly, unsure whether to speak.

My mother then said to my brother, "Hurry up and eat your favorite braised pork ribs!"

I asked my mother, "Mom, didn't you promise to make me boiled fish?"

My mother was stunned for a moment, then said confidently, "We already have so many dishes for lunch today. Do you have to have boiled fish?"

"Sherry can eat shrimp, but you can have something else?"

I said calmly, "Sherry is allergic to shrimp. I can't touch ginger. Don't you remember that?"

My mother looked at me strangely, "Why are you and your daughter being so pretentious?"

My brother slammed the table and said, "If you want to eat, eat. Suppose you don't, get out! You're eating and drinking for free, and you're complaining!"

The last shred of hope in my heart collapsed. I closed my eyes, stood up, and said, "I'm taking Sherry home first!"

My mother curled her lips and said nonchalantly, "Okay, go back. I'm cured now. Next time you come, be more sensible. You only have one brother and one nephew. Why don't you use your money to help them? Are you saving it for an outsider?"

When she mentioned the word "outsider," my mother glanced at my daughter, intentionally or not.

I finally couldn't stand it anymore: