At the parents' meeting, she frowned and looked at me with disgust:
"Can't you dress up a bit? You look disheveled and dirty like a beggar every day. I don't even want to admit you're my mom!"
I stood awkwardly in place, being pointed and whispered at by surrounding parents.
From that day on, I started going out to work and spent all my money on dressing myself up.
I canceled my daughter's dance class and stopped spending an extra penny on her.
She looked at me, all glamorous and shining, but completely defenseless:
"Do you have any semblance of being a mother left?"
I laughed coldly and said, "Do you think I really want to be your mom?"
