Family Ends Here, For EternityChapter 1
In the morning, my mother baked a full tray of croissants, but I only got to eat two.
The rest were all store-bought frozen croissants.
So, I complained, “Mom, could I get more fresh baked croissants?”
My mother frowned and scolded me as she heard that, “Are you some kind of glutton reincarnated?”
“You've already finished everything and now you want more? Look at your sister—she's not nearly as greedy as you."
I glanced at my sister's plate, which still held plenty of croissants and argued, "But I only ate two, while Melody ate sixteen."
My mother flew into a rage. She scolded me while packing up the remaining croissants for my sister to take away.
"You even counted how many croissants your sister ate? You're so calculating!"
Calculating?
How could she call me by that when she wouldn't even give me the croissants that were left on Melody's plate?
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My sister, Melody Lester, rarely got a long weekend off, so my mother decided to make fresh baked croissants.
The key to making croissants lied in the layers of the pastry.
Early in the morning, I helped her to get some ingredients in the supermarket and prepared the dishes.
My mother prepared the filling because our family recipe produced an out-of-this-world filling.
I took charge of layering the croissants, filling a whole tray in no time.
By the time Melody came home, all the croissants were already in the oven.
While the croissants baked, my mother shooed me out of the kitchen. I had no choice but to chat with my sister.
Fresh baked croissants were served at the table. Each of us got a plate.
Melody said happily, "Mom, I've been craving these. The croissants outside just can't compare to yours."
I nodded in agreement.
By the third croissant, I noticed something was off and spit it out.
These weren't fresh baked croissants—they were the frozen croissants I'd bought from the store and stored in the fridge.
I glanced at my sister. She was eating one after another, each one filled with the best filling.
I was certain I'd made enough croissants for three people.
Refusing to believe it, I kept eating. But by the time I finished the croissants on my plate, I hadn't found any fresh baked croissants.
My stomach felt uncomfortably full, but what hurt even more was my heart.