I continued speaking, "Melody, don't tell me you haven't noticed mom favors you more. We're all adults here—don't play dumb when you're the one benefiting. It's disgusting!"
My sister said nothing. But sometimes silence was consent.
I turned to my father in the end and inquired, "Dad, have you finally gotten over your resentment about Grandpa and Grandma favoring Uncle?"
My father smoked even more. If he had truly let it go, he wouldn't avoid my uncle every year when we come to my grandparents' graveyard.
He was still complaining about my grandparents' unfairness decades later—he had no right to lecture me.
My mother was so furious she came over to slap me. "Shut up!"
I knelt before my mother immediately, making her freeze with her hand still raised.
