I couldn't understand, but I also didn't want to.
Upon rebirth, I grasped the most profound truth. That was letting go of the savior complex and respecting the destinies of others.
Moreover, staying far away from vampiric, toxic families.
So this time, as Lizzy wished, I didn't step forward to pour out that pot of oatmeal.
Concealed by the wall, I recorded the entire scene on my phone before quietly leaving.
Not long after I walked back to the table, Lizzy walked in carrying a bowl.
Inside, steaming hot oatmeal laced with something extra.
I glanced over and then averted my gaze.
Lizzy kept her head down and went to hand the bowl to her mother.
I couldn't judge whether this was right or wrong, for I myself had been a child bound by a toxic family intimately acquainted with the bitterness, hatred, resentment, and unwillingness within.
But everyone must bear the consequences of their choices.
Sipping my coffee, I sat on the sidelines, silently observing the scene.
I couldn't help but wonder, "In this life without my intervention, will Lizzy be content?"
Amanda merely cast a fleeting glance her way, dismissively remarking, "Just leave it there."
Her gaze dripped with disdain.
"It was just cooking oatmeal. What took you so long? Useless!
"And now you've made it all mushy, how am I supposed to eat this?"
She grumbled incessantly, never once considering preserving a shred of dignity for her own daughter in front of so many others.
Lizzy stood by, head bowed, seemingly oblivious, as if she had long grown accustomed to it all.
Suddenly, Lizzy lifted her head, locking eyes with me directly.
"Auntie, long time no see."
When I left, Lizzy was already seven years old and adept at recognizing people.
As I stopped feeling sorry for her, this statement struck me as somewhat eerie.
I was suddenly reminded of my mother's snide words from the past.
"You seem quite concerned about that little girl.
"You fool! She sells you out, and you will still be worried about her!"
Back then, I brushed it off, thinking my mother was just venting as usual.
But at this moment, the gaze projected by Lizzy across the table seemed to merge with the look she gave me five years ago. At that time, I planned to escape the village and attend university, but Lizzy stood in the doorway, staring into my eyes.
A sudden chill ran down my spine.