Before my younger brother was born, my mother treated me fairly well.

But as the days went by and my grandmother kept mocking and ridiculing me, she began to dislike me too.

She used to hold me and ask, "Why aren't you a boy? If you were a boy, Mom wouldn't have to suffer so much."

Her belly grew bigger again.

This time, she finally gave birth to the long-awaited son—the younger brother.

From then on, my position in the family plummeted.

Although it wasn't great to begin with.

I don't know how long it passed, but hunger, thirst, fear, and pain made me faint.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a warm bed.

It was the pink Hello Kitty blanket that Mom would always specially change for me before her broadcasts.

"Baby, are you awake? Does it still hurt?"

In a daze, I saw a familiar voice coming from beside me. I opened my eyes wide and saw it was my mom.

"Mom, Xinxin hurts..."

"Good baby, the pain will fly away. If I had known it would be like this, we wouldn't have played eagle catches chick. Mom feels so sad seeing you in pain."

Mom helped me sit up and brought me a bowl of warm milk. She blew on it before letting me drink.

"Mom, it's so sweet!" I licked my lips with joy and thought, "Has the old mom finally come back?"

I felt both happy and anxious in my heart.

I wanted to continue being spoiled, to have her hold me, comfort me, pat my back, and lull me to sleep.

I wanted to tell her about the grievances in my heart and say, "Mom, you're finally back."

Until I saw the hidden phone because she got up.

So, it was a livestream.

I felt a little uncomfortable and then tried to please my mom by saying, "Thank you, Mom. Xinxin doesn't hurt anymore."

At that moment, my little brother came over. He clumsily touched my hand and asked, "Sister, does it still hurt?"

I touched his head and smiled back, saying, "Good little brother, sister doesn't hurt anymore."

A scene of a happy family.

It was the image Mom wanted to show everyone.

Mom smiled with satisfaction and instinctively touched my face.

I was stunned, but Mom's calloused hand made my nose tingle.

Mom left with her phone, leaving me and my little brother behind.

My little brother sniffled and asked, "Sister, can I drink this milk?"

I didn't want him to, and that's when Grandma came in.

"If your little brother wants to drink it, then give it to him!

"Who in this house won't be your little brother in the future? How dare you refuse?"

"Behave, let Grandma make the decision.

"Yanan, aren't you itching for a beating?"

Grandma's fierce expression made my heart tremble, and my little brother happily drank the remaining milk.

My little brother had sweet milk every day, but I never got to taste it.

He was just being greedy, so he wanted to drink it.

And I just wanted to taste that sweet, satisfying flavor.

I suddenly regretted it. I should have drunk it all in one go while Mom was still here.

I had planned to savor it slowly.

Grandma was about to scold me again when Mom suddenly appeared from outside and knocked on the door, stopping Grandma's insults.