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Aunt Karen glared at me hostilely: “Brynn, what’s with that look? Are you going to hit my son? He’s just a child! What’s wrong with kids being playful? You’re an adult – aren’t you ashamed to pick on him?!”
She scoffed coldly, then said: “It’s just some files. So what if they’re deleted? Your job that pays a few thousand bucks can’t have anything important. Worst case, you get fired. That’d be great actually – you can come back and get married so your parents can stop worrying.”
I closed my eyes for a moment, suppressing my anger. I messaged Rachel on my computer, telling her to resend the files ASAP – there might still be a chance.
Unexpectedly, Rachel didn’t seem to be checking her phone and didn’t reply immediately.
I panicked and reached out to Aunt Karen for my phone so I could call Rachel.
Aunt Karen walked up to me with my phone, saying ominously: “Learned your lesson, huh? If you know you were wrong, apologize properly to me and my son. Then I’ll give you your phone back.”
I blurted out: “He’s the one who did something wrong. Why should I apologize to him? Being young is no excuse!”
Aunt Karen’s eyes widened like saucers: “Big attitude for someone so useless! What right do you have to yell at me? You make 3,000 a month, you good–for–nothing! My daughter makes 400,000 a year as a top designer!”
As she spoke, she started dragging my mom into it: “Emily, I never imagined you could fail so spectacularly as a parent, raising such a useless and rude girl. How embarrassing!”
My mom got angry: “Karen, you can say whatever you want about me, but Brynn did nothing wrong. You’d better watch your mouth!”
Aunt Karen laughed coldly: “Why should I be careful what I say to a nobody like her? It’s a fact that your family is useless, isn’t it? You couldn’t give birth to a son, that’s useless. Your daughter can’t make money, that’s useless too. Which part did I get wrong?!”
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She crossed her arms smugly: “I’m different. I raised a daughter who’s a top designer, and
I gave birth to a son to carry on the family name. I’ve got nothing to worry about for the rest
life!”
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“That’s enough!” my dad finally lost his temper.
At this point, my usually silent second aunt and uncle stood up to mediate, holding my
dad back:
“It’s Christmas, don’t fight. It ruins the mood. Kids will be kids, no big deal. You know how Karen is – she just speaks her mind. Don’t take it to heart.”
Here we go again.
Every time Aunt Karen attacked my parents, Aunt Sarah’s family always took her side, leaving my family to swallow our anger.
Suddenly, I realized that in a way, I was also partly responsible for my parents being
mistreated like this.
Thinking of this, I wasn’t in a rush anymore.
I shrugged and said to her: “Keep the phone if you want. I’m done working!”
I turned off my computer too.
It’s Christmas – wouldn’t it be better to just relax, play cards and eat snacks? Why bother with this thankless task that only gets me grief?
Aunt Karen didn’t expect me to say that. She suddenly felt like she’d punched cotton – all the fight went out of her.
She tilted her head back and yelled at me: “You think I want your crappy phone? My daughter has plenty of money – she can buy me whatever phone! want anytime! I only took your phone to teach you some basic manners on behalf of your par ts!
“Look, this is the year–end bonus my daughter gave me – $150,000! What about you? How many thousands do you have?”
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your phone to teach you some basic manners on behalf of your parents!
“Look, this is the year–end bonus my daughter gave me – $150,000! What about you? How many thousands do you have?”
She turned on my phone right in front of me: “Let’s see how much money you have in
your WeChat wallet. I bet you don’t even have $300.”
As soon as the phone turned on, a message from Rachel popped up:
“Sis, what’s going on? Why is our boss saying in the group chat that you guys have made. a decision, but my proposal wasn’t even considered?!”
