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All Chapters of The Night I Flipped the Dinner Table and Shattered My Family: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

The moment I flipped the table, the cheerful laughter in the room died instantly.Plates and bowls crashed onto the floor, soup and grease splattering everywhere.Everyone—my dad, grandma, sister, brother, and a whole table of relatives—stared at me in shock.My mother was the first to react.She spat the chicken wing out, gagging as she repeatedly spit and wiped her mouth hard with the back of her hand, as if she had just swallowed poison.Standing in the middle of the mess, I watched her reaction and suddenly felt like laughing.So, she knew it was dirty after all.“Emily Carter! Have you lost your mind?!” My dad slammed the table and roared. “What the hell are you doing on New Year’s Eve? You have no respect at all!”His face was flushed red, his finger almost poking my nose.“Emily, you’ve gone too far.”My sister, Olivia Carter, set down her fork, her brows tightly knit, her voice full of disdain.“This was supposed to be a nice holiday dinner. Look at the mess you’ve made. Isn’t

Chapter 2

“When the chicken wing fell on the floor, Mom said it would be a pity to throw it away. She said it was fine to give it to Emily so it wouldn’t go to waste.”In an instant, everyone’s eyes turned to him.Linda, who had just been chattering away in defense of my mother, froze with her mouth open, but didn’t speak right away.Carol frowned, glancing from my mother to me.Even the blazing fury on my father’s face seemed to cool, as if someone had thrown cold water over it. His momentum weakened.My mother’s face went completely pale.She suddenly turned and glared at my brother.“Henry! What nonsense are you saying? When did I ever say that!”My six-year-old brother was frightened by the look in her eyes. His little mouth trembled, and he burst into tears, scrambling behind Grandma.That crying seemed to flip some kind of switch in my mother.She stopped looking at me and my brother. Instead, she suddenly covered her face, her shoulders shaking violently as she began to cry. The sound wa

Chapter 3

“Using yarn unraveled from Olivia’s old sweater, without even washing it first, and knitting it for me to wear. That’s your idea of being nice?”I opened a video and turned the screen toward the nearest person, Linda.In the video, my mother was pulling apart a pink old sweater, muttering to herself:“Olivia only wore this sweater for one season and already doesn’t want it. Such a waste… fine, I’ll unravel it and knit one for Emily. “She won’t know the difference anyway. She’ll wear whatever I give her…”Linda’s face darkened the moment she saw the video.Before she could say anything, I swiped to the next image. It was a screenshot of a pharmacy receipt, an ordinary anti-allergy cream that cost five dollars.“When my allergy got bad, I went and bought medicine myself. Do you remember what you told Dad at the time?”I swiped to the next screenshot. It was a chat record between my mother and father.“Why buy her medicine? She’s just being dramatic. She’ll get over it if she toughs it o

Chapter 4

“Eggs that were two weeks past their expiration date,” I said, enunciating each word. “This is what you ‘specially’ used to make it for me.”“So what if they were a few days expired!”My father suddenly roared. His face had turned livid, clearly enraged by the string of revelations, trying to drown everything out with sheer volume. “It’s not like it’ll kill you! Who doesn’t eat expired food once in a while? You think you’re so precious!”I turned and looked at him calmly.“Dad, last week when Henry said he wanted soft-boiled eggs, why did you drive all the way to the supermarket to buy the most expensive free-range eggs?”My father seemed to have his throat suddenly clamped shut. His mouth hung open, but he couldn’t produce a single word in response.He instinctively glanced at my brother, who was staring wide-eyed, as if he too remembered that box of fragrant farm eggs.I stopped looking at him and swiped my finger across my phone screen.“I know words alone mean nothing.” I opened

Chapter 5

The note read: “Part-time income.”And the very next day, without exception, there was another transfer out—almost the same amount.Recipient: Sarah Lee.Note: Living expenses for Henry.Line after line, page after page. The pattern was painfully obvious, stretching across three full years.“I started working part-time in my freshman year. It’s been three years.”I looked at the cold rows of records on the screen. “Almost every paycheck I earned was transferred to Mom the very next day to cover Henry’s living expenses. I kept only a pitiful amount for myself.”My father suddenly whipped his head around and stared at my mother, his eyes blazing with anger and disbelief I had never seen before. “Sarah! Didn’t you say that money came from your parents? That they were secretly helping support Henry?”My mother’s body trembled violently. She was completely flustered now, unable to form even a single word of defense.“But… Emily…”My uncle finally spoke, as if trying to ease the tension,

Chapter 6

It was a terminal stomach cancer diagnosis.Prognosis: Extremely poor. Palliative care recommended.The diagnosis date was today.My father, who had been about to step forward to help my mother up, froze mid-motion. His eyes locked onto the paper, the color draining from his face in an instant.Even my grandmother, who had been silent the whole time, stumbled back a step with the help of her cane, her old face turning ashen.Olivia finally lowered the phone that seemed permanently glued to her hand and stared blankly at the thin sheet of paper.The only sound left in the room was my mother’s heavy, uneasy breathing.Linda’s hand, still covering her mouth, trembled violently as tears suddenly streamed down her face.She looked at me with shock and heartbreak, her lips quivering, but no words came out.My father opened his mouth, and at last a broken whisper forced its way out of his throat. “Em… Emily.”My mother was still collapsed on the floor. “N-no… that’s impossible!”Her voice dr

Chapter 7

I paused for a moment, then continued clearly, every word like an ice-cold nail driven into their ears.“The doctor asked about my diet in detail. He said someone as young as me developing late-stage cancer is very likely linked to long-term exposure to strong carcinogens like aflatoxin, which are commonly found in spoiled or moldy food. “Ever since I was little, you fed me food that had gone bad or grown mold. Do you think I couldn’t taste it? I knew. “But you were my mother, and I was desperate for the scraps of love you gave me. So, no matter how awful it tasted, I ate it all. My illness, every bite of it, was fed to me by you.”“Three to six months.”I spoke the time limit aloud. My voice was calm, without the slightest ripple, yet it suffocated the room more than any scream could have.“That’s all the time I have left. Trading my life to make you finally see what this family really is… was it worth it?”When my grandmother heard that, she could no longer hold herself up. With a

Chapter 8

“Dad will give it all back to you. Everything. The money you earned from your jobs, the cash gifts you received—I won’t keep a single dollar. “My house, my car, my savings… all of it will go toward your treatment. I’m just begging you. Please give me a chance to make this right.”He collapsed forward on the floor, his shoulders shaking violently, as if his entire spine had been ripped out in an instant.I didn’t move, and I didn’t speak. I only looked at him coldly.This repentance—late, forced out under pressure—was so cheap it made me sick.In the end, including three years of my wages and the cash gifts they had taken, I got a total of sixteen thousand dollars back.I moved out of that suffocating house and rented a small apartment near the university.My father tried to find me afterward. He seemed to have aged twenty years overnight. His temples had turned completely white, dark circles hung under his eyes, and the straight back he once carried had grown hunched.He blocked the

Chapter 9

Every word felt weak and meaningless.Even my sister and brother, rarely, had sent messages asking how I was.I looked at the little red notifications blinking on my phone, but inside me there was only a still, lifeless lake; nothing stirred the slightest ripple.I silently muted the group chat and then deleted the conversation altogether.Their pain and sudden awakening were lessons they had learned far too late. They had nothing to do with me anymore.I no longer hated them, but I could never forgive them either.The best state was forgetting, completely cutting each other out of our lives.Linda and my uncle were the only ones who still came by regularly.Linda would always arrive with red-rimmed eyes, carrying containers of chicken or fish soup she had simmered for hours, forcing a smile as she said,“Emily, try some. I made it fresh just for you.”My uncle would bring seasonal fruit, or quietly slip an envelope of cash into my hand, his voice rough as he said, “Kid, don’t try to s

Chapter 10

Those tears and apologies, born so late and forced out under overwhelming pressure, had long since lost any meaning for me.“It’s all in the past.”After saying those three words calmly, I hung up the phone.The sunlight outside was still bright, the streets still busy with passing cars, but my world existed beyond them now.I knew the end was close.I struggled to my feet and contacted the lawyer and notary I had consulted earlier, formally drafting my will.The money left from the sixteen thousand dollars, along with the small savings I had earned from my part-time jobs, would all be donated after my death to a nonprofit organization dedicated to youth mental health and family support.In the appendix of the will, I wrote a single sentence:“May every child be treated with kindness, and never have to lick their wounds alone in the dark.”Perhaps that was the final, faint echo my short and bitter life could leave behind.With trembling hands, I also wrote a long letter.There was no s

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