I looked at her, my tone still cold. “I don’t feel like eating.”
My eyes shifted to Hayden, lying on the sofa with his phone in his hand. I spoke softly, trying to stay calm. “Hayden, Mom wants that cake on the table.”
Without lifting his head, he said impatiently, “That’s mine. If you want one, use your wheelchair and go buy it yourself.”
My daughter looked at him and said gently to me, “Mom, please eat first. After dinner, I’ll go buy you some cake, okay?”
I turned my head away and said nothing, refusing to touch the food she made.
Seeing this, the live-stream chat went wild.
[Is this old woman out of her mind? She refused her daughter’s cooking but asked for her son’s cake?]
[I thought she was just biased, but this is pathetic. Her son treats her horribly, and she’s still clinging to him?]
[That poor daughter, she worked so hard to cook all that food, yet her mom won’t even taste it.]
[This is disgusting. The more I watch, the more I think this mother is awful.]
When the first day of the live stream ended, the comments were filled with insults aimed at me.