Mom Don’t

Mom, Don’t Cry For Me

мот анеспонатеlу nelu ner nand and passed througri my

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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?

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Mom, Don’t Cry For Me

hall in your hotel?

~ you

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“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.