Mrs. Tonia smiled faintly at Anita, who made way for Glory to pass with the tray of soup in her hands. Glory walked out of the kitchen, while Anita entered without uttering a word to her mother, but her face held great sorrow that her mother understood all too well."Anita," Mrs. Tonia called softly."What is it, Mom?" Anita asked, as she walked beside her mother."I want you to know that your father really loves you, just like the rest of your siblings, and he isn't against your success," Mrs. Tonia replied, holding Anita's hand in hers."Hmph," Anita sighed."I know, Mom, but I don't care about that. If Dad likes me, fine; if he doesn't, that's fine too. I'll always see him as my father, and that's all," Anita said."Anita," Mrs. Tonia began."Mom, where's the fufu?!" Flora interrupted as she stepped into the kitchen. She looked at Anita before walking to the kitchen cabinet."Mom, why are you holding Anita's hands and talking to her? Are you begging her for something?" Flora asked,
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