It stopped in front of an elegant three-story home.
As Dad and Zach stepped out, the front door opened.
A middle-aged woman emerged.
Elegantly dressed. Every gesture polished, refined.
I stared at the rich lady.
That was my mother.
She wore an easy, happy smile. Warm and natural, she reached up to straighten Zach's collar.
"Chloe, add a squirrel mandarin fish. Zach loves it."
"He got into such a prestigious university—we have to celebrate properly."
Her voice carried clearly. Every word sliced through me.
The three of them walked inside, chatting and laughing.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw the spacious living room. A crystal chandelier. A dining table loaded with exquisite dishes.
They sat down. Raised their glasses. Laughed.
"Zach, you're incredible—worthy of being Mom's good son."
"Getting into such a competitive school! Tell me, what reward do you want? I'll agree to anything."
Dad's laughter followed.
"I told you our Zach would make it. You've made us so proud."
"How about this—before school starts, I'll get you a sports car."
"Pick whatever brand you want—don't you dare try to save us money!"
I stared blankly at the family portrait in the dining room, emotions tangled into knots.