[What was she thinking? Her mother spent twenty years caring for her, racking up mountains of debt, even sacrificing her marriage—and got nothing in return. Is this daughter crazy?]
[She doesn’t appreciate such a great mom, but instead she is devoted to this inhumane bastard of a father! Did her paralysis damage her brain too?]
In the end, Dad never helped.
It took my mother more than an hour to clean me up.
Sweating profusely from exhaustion, she still carefully dressed me in clean clothes and settled me into the wheelchair.
"You must be hungry, right? I'll cook for you right now."
Overwhelmed by exhaustion, Mom nearly fainted when she stood up. But after just a few seconds of rest, she forced herself to walk into the kitchen.
Soon, she brought out steamed fish, braised pork belly, stir-fried vegetables and a pot of steaming hot chicken soup.
Mom put the dishes in front of me, scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, gently blew on it to cool it down and brought it to my lips.
"I specially bought a fresh free-range chicken from the farm today to make this soup. You loved it when you were little. Try some.”