Mom's Love Doesn't Belong to Me

　　On the day of the SAT, everyone was tense.

　　At six o'clock in the morning, I saw my mother checking Wanda's admission ticket and thoughtfully preparing the clothes for her.

　　My aunt came to our house, saying she would accompany my parents and us to the exam.

　　"These two kids usually have good grades. Maybe they can both get into key universities," she said.

　　My mother was not modest in boasting to her. "Yes, our Wanda has always been smart. She can learn anything easily, and her grades have always been in the top three of the whole grade. Maybe she can even get into the University of Cambridge!"

　　Throughout the conversation, not a word was mentioned about me.

　　It was my aunt who brought up my name.

　　"Where's Nina? I brought a lucky charm with me. Let them wear it to get a good omen," she said.

　　My mother sighed, "Don't mention it. She's angry with me. Last night, she even refused to eat with us, and she hasn't gotten up yet.

　　"She always moves at a snail's pace and has a small-minded attitude. She is so unlike us!"

　　I just stood there, listening to them.

　　My mother talked endlessly about my lack of social skills when mentioning me, and if time allowed, she would have told my aunt everything that had happened to me since I was born.

　　She wanted to prove how much she had suffered since giving birth to me.

　　I didn't hear what my aunt said, but I heard my mother praise Wanda from start to finish again.

　　Then she asked Wanda to eat considerately.

　　She looked at Wanda with eyes full of tenderness.

　　I felt a lump in my heart and didn't want to see them any longer.

　　My only thought was that they would come to my room as soon as possible and find me dead.

　　And send me to a funeral.

　　I didn't want to be trapped in this house after my death, watching their happiness.

　　Fortunately, the next moment, my aunt pushed open my door.

　　"Nina, don't sleep, today is a big day for you, you can't be late.

　　"I also got you a lucky charm, wishing you success on the exam."

　　Seeing that I still didn't move, she came closer to my bed.

　　I tried to wave to her. "Aunt, come closer, closer, please."

　　If she had come closer, she would have noticed that I had stopped breathing.

　　But when she reached out to grab my hand, someone stopped her.

　　It was my mother.

　　Her face was full of disgust and impatience, "Nina, you have no manners at all. Don't you know you should get up when an elder talks to you?

　　"Do you always lose your temper like this? I really have no idea how they taught you out in the countryside."

　　Seeing that I still didn't move, a hint of concern appeared on my aunt's face.

　　"Isn't she sick? Nina isn't a rude girl, let me feel her forehead to see if she has a fever."

　　After saying that, my aunt sat down beside my bed.

　　She extended her hand and reached out to feel my forehead.