As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and shouted towards my room, "Have you finished changing your clothes? How long do you want to keep us waiting? Even Jimmy is never late for school, are you not capable as a five-year-old child?"
A bit of bloody taste suddenly overflowed from my throat, but I suppressed it.
My eyes filled with tears.
In his eyes, was I not even a human being?
Without getting any response, Jonathan lost his patience.
He started to yell angrily, "Why are you dawdling? Do you want the three of us to wait for you here? Don't put on makeup. It's useless!"
Suddenly, there were irregular footsteps outside.
A small figure gently opened the door of my room.
I knew it was Jimmy, but I no longer had the strength to lift my head.
I also wanted to touch his little face one last time and see him smile.
I wanted to hear him call me mom.
Even if he hated me, it didn't matter.
But Jimmy only took two steps after opening the door. When he saw me lying there, he looked disdain.
He said, "Mom is so lazy that she even sleeps on my birthday. She doesn't love me like Kristina does!"
His voice was clearly heard, and Jonathan immediately came in angrily.