Morning.

Breakfast is already on the table, mine is a heavy and spicy beef chow fun and sweet pear soup, while my brother's is a sandwich and fresh fruit.

Before, my mother would always pull me aside and say quietly.

"Look, this is the breakfast Mother specially made for you, your brother eats what's already prepared, bought from the store. Mother favors you, so don't let it slip."

Looking back now, it was just a trap to make me willingly fall into a sweet trap.

I sat down in front of the sandwich and fruit, and pushed the beef chow fun to my brother.

"Shaolei, Mom made the beef chow fun herself, try the breakfast made with love by Mom."

Shaolei pushed it away without saying anything.

Mom made the decision for him first.

"Xiaoyu, why aren't you eating what Mom made for you? The sandwich is Xiaolei's."

"Mom, I don't want to eat something greasy early in the morning."

I voiced my demand.

"How can it be greasy? You need to eat more to maintain your strength, look at you, recently, you haven't been eating what I made for you, and you've lost so much weight."

I only lost a couple of pounds, but my mom described it as extreme weight loss.

She came over and pushed the beef chow fun back in front of me, with a smile that lacked warmth.

"Xiaoyu, you have to eat more, or your classmates won't want to play with you."

Since I was little, my mom has instilled in me the idea that only if I gain weight will my classmates not see me as a threat and play with me.

But the reality is—

People do like to play with me, just to make fun of my breathlessness after three steps and my acne-covered face.

And because of this, I developed a sense of inferiority.

In my enclosed world, my mom is the only light.

Dad sat down, saw the beef chow fun in front of me, and frowned disapprovingly.

Actually, in my memory, my dad used to like me a lot when I was a child, I just don't know why, ever since I grew up, my dad has started showing his disdain for me openly and secretly.

I asked my mom about this before.

My mom told me quietly, not to ask this question again.

Because my dad favors boys over girls, he simply doesn't like me.

So over time, my feelings towards my dad only became fear and dread.

Looking back now, the truth may not necessarily be like that.