[Weren't you just so tough with your mom? Cat got your tongue now?]
[Pathetic. All bark, no bite. Only brave enough to hurt the person who loves her most.]
Mom dragged herself up from the ground and threw her body over mine like a shield. "It's my fault... I raised her wrong... Blame me..."
Her hand reached toward my face. I turned away.
I licked the blood from the corner of my mouth. And laughed.
"Why are you pretending to be the saint now? Now you care? Where was this concern when you were the one pushing me back then?"
Aunt Naomi shrieked. "What nonsense are you spouting?! Your mother wouldn't even eat meat just so YOU could have some!"
I braced my hands against the ground, trying to stand. My legs refused. I gave up and sat there, pointing straight at Uncle Albert.
"Your whole family—you watched your own sister sweep streets and dig through garbage while you strutted around in designer clothes and drove your fancy car. Did you help her once? YOU'RE the parasites! YOU'RE the ungrateful leeches! And now, seeing me like this?" A bitter smile twisted my lips. "You must be thrilled."
Uncle Albert's eyes went completely red. "I'll tear your mouth apart!"