61: Truth?

CHRISTY:

Like a slow motion, I faced the newcomer.

Mom.

Compared to Dad, she became even younger from the last time I saw her. It looked like she did something to her body or went under the knife to become even more beautiful. What the heck was happening to her? She was not like this particularly when it came to her physical appearance.

What if she would only spend the money on beautifying herself? For her own selfish reasons?

"You don't have to fight our daughter."

Mom scoffed. "Daughter? Why are you suddenly acting like a saint? You never wanted her, either. I remember how you said she was fat and was nothing to what you expected from your other child."

Dad looked at me with a guilty expression…

Funny how it was not painful compared to how Mom treated me.

“If you did not want me in the first place, why did you even give birth to me?”

Mom’s lips pressed into a thin line.

“Why don't you ask your Dad? It was him who told me to have another child.”

From the very beginning, I was