Sierra My grandfather nodded slowly, as if he had reached some conclusion. “I see,” he said. “It seems you like salty food. If that’s the case, I won’t keep it away from you.” His gaze settled on my mother. She didn’t flinch or even blink. It was as if she were used to this. “Go ahead,” he continued calmly. “Eat it, then.” My mother bowed her head. “Yes, Father.” She stepped forward, picked up his tray, still full of sushi, and began to eat. She ate standing there, obedient and quiet, shoving the food into her mouth as if that was all she was worth. Like a dog allowed scraps after pleasing its owner. I glanced at my father, waiting for some kind of reaction. Anger, discomfort, or anything, but he didn’t move, or speak. He simply watched her with a bored, detached expression, like this was nothing new. I looked back at my mother, my face blank, something hollow in my chest. Here she goes again. Letting them do whatever they wanted to her. Letting herself be humiliated when sh
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