Mom, Don't Cry For Me

After Wendy and I finished our exams, my parents took Wendy abroad for a trip. Meanwhile, I was sent to a rehabilitation institution for corrective education because of bad behavior and psychological problems. I was tortured by that human purgatory for a whole fifty days. They, who were far away overseas, were laughing so happily and brightly. The same thing was happening right now. Wendy was wearing a precious dress and walking in front, while my parents were carrying suitcases with indulgences in their eyes. "Sweetheart, slow down. Mind the steps." "Mom, I'm already eighteen. I'm not a kid anymore. I won't be tripped easily." Mom affectionately held her hand and passed through my transparent soul. "Even if you're twenty-eight, you will always be a little girl who never grows up in my eyes." Dad, who was following behind, smiled happily and followed them. See? Without me, the three of them were so happy. Yet in the next second, they stopped laughing. When they opened the door, they ran into their neighbor, who brought me up casually. Their neighbor asked my mom, "Salena, you're back. Where's Violet? I heard she got some great grades this time." Salena Ward was my mom. Her expression suddenly changed, and the indulgence in her eyes was replaced by disgust. "I don't wanna bring her up. So what if she has great grades? Her character is questionable. I'm so unlucky. She causes trouble all the time! "I spent 6,000 dollars to enroll her in an institution. The professionals will teach her a lesson. "6,000 dollars for fifty days! I did it for her own good, and she complained about me. When I called her, she didn't even look at me. "I gave birth to her, or I wouldn't have given a damn if she was beaten to death." … My mom always talked non-stop when I was brought up. She wanted to show everyone that she was so aggrieved raising me. The neighbor awkwardly smiled, "Well, she's your daughter, isn't she? Be tolerant. Perhaps things will get better after she comes back." "Hope so. Enough about her. Wendy is going to college next month. We were abroad and didn't have time to throw her a party for celebration. Can you help me get a reservation at the biggest banquet hall in your hotel? "I wanna throw my precious little girl a grand celebration party." I was so upset that I could barely feel anything. Wendy was her precious little girl. And I was just a troublemaker in her eyes.

Wendy and I were twins. Since birth, she had been smarter and more beautiful than me. Everyone loved her. At the age of three, I couldn't even speak clearly, but she could already recite poems. Yet Wendy got lost when the nanny took her out to play. My mom was in agony. She missed Wendy every day. From then on, I had been enveloped in Wendy's shadow. At first, I didn't remember that I had an older sister. I asked foolishly, "Mom, why are there two toothbrushes in my room?" My mom held me in her arms and said, "One of them belongs to a person who's very, very important to me." Her eyes turned red, but I didn't think too much. Because I was just a little girl back then. Wendy was found back when she was thirteen years old. When she came back, her skin was very pale, and she looked skinny and malnourished. My mom held Wendy and cried until she fainted several times. She swore that she'd spend her whole life making it up to Wendy. To do that, she'd love Wendy wholeheartedly, which meant she'd stop caring about me." "Violet, be good." "Wendy has suffered so much. From now on, you should take care of her with us. She'll live in the room with the balcony because she likes it." "You have a lot of dresses. Give Wendy this one. She likes it." "Stop eating! You've eaten so much! Go. Take this plate to Wendy." ... Later on, I became completely invisible in this family. Wendy was the only one they cared about. In high school, I burned her arm with a cigarette butt, leaving a scar. I found someone to strip her naked, beat her up, and threaten her not to compete with me for our parents' favor. Then I got my parents' attention again. My mom slapped me hard a few times. "Are you an animal? Wendy is your sister! How could you do that to her? "Do you know how much effort we put in to find her? If you drive her away, you might as well kill me!" But I didn't drive Wendy away. I saw her hanging out with hooligans and walked over because I wanted to tell her to stay away from them. But then I saw her smoking too while getting along with those people, laughing and joking. Maybe she didn't want me to tell on her. She burned herself and then staged a drama with her friends. Then my parents knew about it. My mom firmly believed in what she said. On the contrary, in my mom's eyes, I was a total liar. It was very cold that night. I knelt in the corridor until midnight... The reason why my parents sent me to a correctional institution this time was because Wendy had severe diarrhea and vomiting after eating the ice cream I gave her before her dance competition. As a result, she missed the opportunity to win an award. My mom slapped my face again. She made me kneel and apologize, looking ferocious. "Violet, you disgust me! "Wendy is way better than you whether she wins or not. You're nothing compared to her." I refused to admit it, and I wouldn't apologize, and in the end, I was forcibly taken to the institution. The institution claimed they could make teenagers' psychological problems go away.

The sound of mechanical rotation interrupted my thoughts. The door was open. After I was dead, I walked into this house again. As soon as I entered the house, Snowball rushed out of her nest. Snowball was a stray dog that I picked up. After sniffing around and realizing that I wasn't there, she whimpered and paced around the house. When she was about to reach Wendy, my mom impatiently kicked her away. "So filthy! Go away. "How come it's still alive? It's so lucky." Then she started complaining to my dad, "You shouldn't have agreed to let Violet bring it back. It's so annoying with dog hair everywhere."' "If you didn't let her bring it back, she'd make a fuss for days. We won't be having it here for many days. She'll take it away when she goes to college." My heart went cold again. It hurt. My dad wasn't talkative, and sometimes he'd even side with me. Turned out that he just didn't want any trouble. He found me annoying... Hearing my parents arguing, Wendy smiled and mediated. She was as beautiful as ever, and her voice was very sweet. "Mom, it's fine. Snowball is cute. I'll take care of her while Violet is away." My mom instantly calmed down, and her eyes became gentle and doting again. "Both you and Violet are my daughters. How come she's so different from you? "If she could be half as sensible as you, I would be very glad." The smile in Wendy's eyes became even stronger as she hugged Snowball, who kept retreating, and returned to her room. As I expected, as soon as the door closed, she lifted Snowball high up. Her face, which was always beautiful, was twisted. I ran over at once, but Snowball passed through my palms and fell heavily on the floor. "You're as disgusting as Violet." Watching Snowball whimper in pain, I felt that my heart was torn into pieces, and it was killing me. Snowball was afraid of Wendy, so she kept scratching at the door, trying to get out. Wendy got annoyed, so she tied up Snowball's limbs and mouth and threw Snowball into the trash can as if Snowball were garbage. Snowball was so small. When she curled up, she wasn't as big as a basketball. My hands trembled as I wanted to pick Snowball up, but my palms couldn't touch her body no matter what.

The next morning, my mom threw Snowball out. Because she bit Wendy. But it was Wendy who tortured her first. My mom cursed fiercely, "Go to hell! Violet's dog is as annoying as her." My dad reminded her, "She will be back tomorrow. If she doesn't see the dog when she comes back, she will definitely go crazy. The money we've spent will be a waste." So, I ought to be going home tomorrow. I had been dead for five days... My mom was furious when bringing me up. "I'm her mom. And a stray dog is more important than me to her? "If she can't bear to part with that animal, she might as well die with it outside." There was nothing but a red mark on Wendy's hand, and her skin wasn't even broken. Yet when my mom looked at her hand, she was so distressed. She rinsed it over and over with water. Then she wanted to take Wendy to get vaccinated. Snowball was very obedient. I told her not to bite people, or she'd be disliked. She had always been meek. If Wendy hadn't tied her up all night and cut off the collar on her neck with a knife in the morning, she wouldn't have bit Wendy. I went to buy the materials together with Snowball and made her the collar. She loved it. My dad sighed heavily, "Take Wendy to the hospital then. I'm gonna go search the dog in the neighborhood. It won't take long. I'm doing it so that when Violet comes back tomorrow, I can explain it to her. "We've spent so much on her, and if she still makes a scene after she comes back, we'll be a laughingstock." My mom glared at him fiercely. "Go ahead and spoil her. You'll regret it." I felt like my chest was being pressed against a heavy stone, and I couldn't breathe. Perhaps in my mom's eyes, everyone in the world should oppose me and curse me, hoping to see me dead. Only then would she be satisfied. But Mom, I'm dead already. Are you happy now?

On the day I was going home, my parents started to get busy in the kitchen early in the morning. They said they were going to prepare a big table of dishes to celebrate for me. My dad reminded my mom, "Tell her the dishes are all for her. Once she gets happy, perhaps she'll forget about the dog." But the dishes they prepared were all Wendy's favorites. See? When someone doesn't love you, they won't even bother to put on a full act. My mom's eyes were full of disdain. "She isn't a little girl anymore. I don't have to make her happy. Do you want me to feed her? "The animal she raised bit Wendy. She owes Wendy an apology, OK? If she dares to pull a long face after she gets back, I'll send her back right away. She can stay there forever. Forget about going to college. If she gets into trouble, she might be beaten to death." After they finished cooking, Wendy helped them bring the dishes to the table. As Wendy looked at the dishes on the table, her stomach started growling. My mom glanced at the clock on the wall and impatiently blamed my dad, "Did you call her? It's so late, and she hasn't come home yet. The whole family is waiting for her. Where are her manners?" My dad was completely focused on the pet fish he raised and didn't even turn his head. "I thought you had called her." "Why would I?" Wendy sensibly took out her phone and said, "Mom, Dad, take some rest. You must be tired already. I'll call her." The call went through, but no one answered. She called me five times, and then she heard from the phone that my phone was turned off. My mom called the coach and knew that I had already left school at 8 o'clock in the morning, and her expression changed drastically. Wendy whispered, "Mom, don't be angry. Perhaps Violet felt depressed there and went to her friends after she left." She was implying something deliberately. The words "depressed" and "friends" made my mom snap. She slapped the table loudly. "She's depressed? I'm depressed, OK? I'm so unlucky to have given birth to such an ungrateful girl! "I spent all morning preparing food for her, and what did she do? The second she came back, she hung out with her cronies! She even turned off her phone! "She didn't wanna come back? Fine! She should never come back! She's dead to me!" The atmosphere in the room was intense. I stood in front of them and smiled bitterly, enduring their malice. Mom, I will never go back. I'm dead...

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." … 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."