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1162words2026-01-26 09:13

In the hospital,my mother was lying ill in bed,and my father was taking care of her by her side.
Some people in their sixties can still walk briskly,but they were like tree trunks that had been drained of water,lifeless.Indeed,illness and time had emptied their bodies,and their purses had also been emptied.
My mother would look towards the door from time to time,but it was me,the daughter she least wanted to see and the one she considered the most unfilial,who appeared.

Seeing the disappointment that flashed across my mother's face,I didn't feel much sadness.Instead,I felt a sense of revengeful pleasure.
Since they always thought I was unfilial,then I would show them what true unfiliality was.
"Father,it's getting cold.This is the new clothes I just bought for you,"I said as I sat down without caring about anything else and started to show my father the clothes.There were also some expensive cigarettes and wine in the bag.
Now,I have achieved some success in my career.Although I haven't achieved financial freedom,I don't care about the price when it comes to ordinary expenses.
My mother turned her head to one side.My father's hand,which was about to take the things,stopped in mid-air.
Then he looked at my mother,pretended to be angry,and accused me of wasting money and not knowing how to buy some tonics for my mother with the money.

I took out another bag,"Here,isn't this for mom?I bought oranges for her.They are really sweet!"
My mother's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot,and she threw the pillow under her at me fiercely.
The things for my father added up to several thousand dollars,while this bag of oranges I bought specially for her only cost a few dozen dollars.
But,did she really feel bad when I treated her the way she used to treat me?

I used to blame all the unfairness of parents towards their children on the preference for boys over girls.
I once felt lucky that I didn't have an older brother or a younger brother.However,there were many reasons for not being loved.
For example,I didn't like to smile,I couldn't act coquettishly and say nice words.
Also,I didn't grow up by their side,and my surname was different from my mother's...
There were three sisters in our family.My parents jokingly called us"the three beautiful daughters"in front of others.
It was said that the middle child was the least favored.I was the second child,and it seemed the saying was true.
Otherwise,I wouldn't have been the only one sent to grow up with my grandparents.
It all started because they wanted a son.
Perhaps it was retribution.My mother gave birth to daughters one after another.
They had to give up and then took pride in us,pretending not to care,in order to fight against others'ridicule and their own unwillingness.
When I was ten years old,I was brought back home.
At that time,my parents had built a new house and bought home appliances.
Our family's living conditions were among the best in the village.
My sisters were bright,lively,and lovely,while I was unhygienic and not good at speaking.
My mother loved my eldest sister the most,and my father doted on my youngest sister the most.
When our family went out for a stroll,I was alone.
They didn't seem to be used to my presence.I stood there for a long time before they realized that someone was missing.
My mother smiled awkwardly and put her hand on my shoulder,while the other hand never let go of my eldest sister.
My father was waiting in front,holding my youngest sister's hand,and jokingly said that he almost forgot about me.
I rubbed the corner of my clothes,trying to hide my sadness and embarrassment.
Soon,my father began to notice me.My eldest sister had mediocre talent and relied entirely on hard work.
My youngest sister was young,playful,and didn't like studying.And my excellent grades were the best weapon for my parents to fight back against those who were waiting to see our jokes.
Perhaps it was also because among the three sisters,only I had my father's surname.
My father grew up in a poor family with many brothers and had to become a son-in-law living in his wife's family.
From the moment I got home,my mother didn't like me.
She disliked me for being dirty,for not being able to wash clothes cleanly,and for not being able to cook.
She always talked about how my grandparents doted on me.But she forgot that my eldest sister,who was three years older than me,also couldn't wash clothes or cook.
What was also disliked was my proud academic performance.
My mother had gone to school.She found that my summer vacation homework was full of mistakes.
No matter how I explained that I just wrote it carelessly because I was playful,she still severely questioned me and mocked that even though my grandparents had praised me to the skies,I was just so-so.
She even told everyone that I might have cheated to get high scores in the past and was proud of her"sharp eyes"that could see through all my pretenses,as if everything was under her control.
I was very confused.What was the benefit for her to prove that my grades were not good?
Later,I learned that my grandparents always told my mother on the phone that I had gotten the first place in the exam,and my eldest sister's poor grades formed a sharp contrast with mine.
No matter how excellent I was,I couldn't represent my mother's face.
My mother blamed all the grievances my eldest sister suffered from my father on me.We,who had different surnames,seemed to have become representatives of her and my father.
She was on the same side as my eldest sister and youngest sister,and I was on my father's side.
It seemed that only when I was not good enough could her status be above my father's,and only when I was good for nothing could it prove her value and her dedication to the family.
So,even though I got the second place in the first exam after transferring to a new school,she sternly warned me not to be proud.
My father was happily oblivious,and he kept praising me for being capable.
Then my mother ignored me for several days and vented her anger on my father,blaming him for openly supporting me like this.
She said that how could she manage me in the future and how could my eldest sister and youngest sister stand in this family?
But,with her suppressing me like this,how could I hold my head up in front of my sisters?
So,they would lock the door when I went out to the toilet at night and let me knock on the door and shout outside.
They would tell me to get out and go back to the mountains when we quarreled...
Every time my mother saw or heard this,she didn't care much.She just thought it was children's play.
Then she would come to stop me when I counterattacked and scold me for being heartless and petty.