When I saw Grandma’s troubled face, I felt only jealousy.
Back when I was young, other kids had grandparents who picked them up, who always loved their grandchildren.
When I was little, I felt sad and ran to Grandma for comfort, but her eyes showed no warmth.
“Your Mom is my daughter. Because you’re her child, you’re my granddaughter.”
“But in my heart, my daughter will always come first. You made her suffer and I’ll never forgive you, even if you’re her child.”
At that moment, besides feeling sad, I also felt very jealous.
So, my mom’s mother really loved her, but why did my mom not love me?
Mom’s soft voice came again. “I don’t want to go back to that house. Just seeing her makes me upset. Let’s go back to our small villa outside the city.”
“Hurry up and ask someone to send her back to school!”
Dad gave Mom the peeled apple. “Alright, whatever you want.”
With the doctor's approval, Dad drove Mom, Grandpa and Grandma home.
However, it wasn’t the home I was going back to. When I saw the new villa, I felt confused and lost.
In the big house, there were large wedding photos of my parents and family pictures with Grandpa and Grandma, but there were none for me.