Mom, Don't Cry For Me

My dad was still calm. After my mom vented her anger, he said, "Now that you've vented your anger, we should go get her back.

"Wendy's celebration banquet is around the corner. If she doesn't show up, our relatives and friends might point fingers at us.

"They might say we're biased or kick her out the second Wendy is back. Either way, it won't do you and me good."

My dad didn't even say my name.

Guessed my name was just like me, the person.

We were transparent in this family.

He said to find me.

But it had been a day, and my phone had been off the whole time.

At midnight, the coach sent them a video.

Seeing that, my dad, who was always calm and composed, lost his temper.

He raised his hand and smashed the fruit tray on the dining table to the floor. It shattered.

His eyes were bloodshot as he clenched his fists.

"Don't open the door even if she comes back. She's not my daughter!"

In the video, I had my back turned to them, swinging my legs.

I sat opposite the coach.

My words were completely disrespectful.

"What's their mistake? They gave me a life."

"They're just a bitch couple who only care about enjoying themselves. Why should I feel bad for them?"

"When they were enjoying themselves, did it ever occur to them that raising a kid was gonna be a hard thing? They want me to change? Why should I? Why don't they change?"

"As long as they don't kill me, I will kill them when I get out."

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The coach sent my parents a message, and his words were nothing but apologetic. [I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to see this, but you called me today and said that Violet hadn't come home, and then I knew she was still the same.

[She is indeed the most difficult child I have ever dealt with. She's very aggressive. I hope you look out for yourselves.]

His words ignited my parents' fury.

My dad, full of anger, packed up all my things and threw them into the corridor.

"Even if she dies outside, I don't care."

My mom looked happy as if she finally had an ally to face her enemy together with her.

"Now you know that I didn't wrong her. She is just an animal."

My parents didn't sleep all night.

They leaned over the head of the bed and came up with various reasons for me not to attend Wendy's party.

At eight o'clock in the morning, when my dad was ready to leave for the company, his phone rang.

My name was displayed on his phone screen.

My heart skipped a beat.

My mom grabbed the phone, answered the call, and immediately cursed non-stop, "Violet! You've got some balls calling us!

"Let me make it clear. From now on, you're a stranger to us. You may mess around however you want. We won't blink even if you die."