The Night I Flipped the Dinner Table and Shattered My Family
Although I was the second child in the family, my mother loved me the most.
When Dad bought my sister a new dress, she stayed up late knitting a sweater for me.
When Grandma took my younger brother out for burgers, she baked me a homemade sponge cake.
Until the New Year’s Eve dinner.
Dad placed the big chicken drumstick onto my sister’s plate.
Grandma immediately stuffed the other one into my brother’s.
My mother hurriedly picked the chicken wing from her plate and placed it onto mine, smiling as she said, “I saved this especially for you.”
The relatives laughed and teased, “Your family really has a clear division of love. Everyone spoils a different child. What a loving family.”
The next second, I suddenly flipped the table.
Under everyone’s stunned gaze, I grabbed that chicken wing and shoved it straight into my mother’s mouth.