PART 1
“That’s enough of you coming here and eating what’s ours! If you’re an adult, rent at least a room and stop living like a queen!”
My mother snatched the plate straight out of my hands, the exact one my two-year-old daughter was about to eat from, and in front of everyone, she dumped the chicken soup into the sink.
The noodles stuck to the cold stainless steel. Gemma looked first at her empty plate and then up at her grandmother, completely unable to comprehend why her food had been taken away.
“Mom, please, it’s not her fault,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Well, she should learn from a young age that food costs real money,” my mother snapped back without a shred of regret.
My sister Paige didn’t even bother looking up from her phone screen. “Honestly, Paige is right, Mom,” she muttered casually. “You come every single weekend, you bring the kid, you use up everything, and you never give anything back.”
