C85 A big mistake

Mom gave me a smile, but it wasn’t like the kind other moms give—not pure, not peaceful.

It was full of malice.

My mom wasn’t like other moms; she was different—a completely different kind of woman.

She didn’t see me as her daughter. She saw me as her competitor.

This wasn’t new to me.

Before, I was just her burden.

Now, my title had shifted from burden to rival.

Her tone was calm