"I can give it to you, but you can't take it by force. Do you understand?"
"Your sister truly spoiled you rotten. When she was little, she gave you everything good. But you're like a debt-collecting ghost, always wanting everything."
The harsh words pierced my heart like poisoned arrows, making me barely able to breathe.
"Don’t you know the reason why she gave them to me, mom?"
"When we bought five pounds of apples, you gave me just one and gave the rest to Melody. In the end, she only gave me one because there were too many left."
"Mom, when we were little, Melody gave me a dress she didn't like. I wore it to show you, but you beat me without a word, saying I stole my sister's dress."
"You're right. I'm petty. I want everything, yet I'm never as good as her."
"Mom, just go live with my sister. I really can't stand eating leftovers anymore!"
My mother froze. She hadn't expected me to ask her to leave.
As a result, an expression of deep embarrassment spread across her face.
But her words truly hurt me. Seeing her felt like a sharp pain in my chest. So, I packed her suitcase, but for every item I put in, she took one out.