My mom suddenly called me and asked me to come home, but I firmly refused.

Because I have no feelings for her, I would even say I detest her. I rarely go home over the years.

Her eager voice came through the phone: "Xiaoxiao, come back once. Your dad's grave is going to be moved, it's not good for him if you don't."

"Is that the only reason?" I deeply doubted.

Is it because she's out of money and wants me to come back?

"What else could it be? I've been lucky lately, I have some money on hand. Don't worry, I'm not asking you for money. Besides, if I wanted money from you, why would I ask you to come back? I could just ask you to transfer it to me." My mom explained earnestly.

I remembered she did ask me for money over the phone before.

So, I quickly packed my bags and hurried back home.

For others, the air on the way home is sweet, but for me, it feels bitter.

I hate my mom.

Although she raised me alone after my dad died.

But I grew up only because I was lucky. Otherwise, when she was busy playing mahjong and didn't care about my life or death, I would have died long ago.

She never cared if I had enough to eat. I had to collect scrap and exchange it for money myself, along with some help from relatives, just to barely survive.

She's in debt everywhere, gambling day and night at the mahjong parlor.

After growing up, I left home early to work elsewhere, away from her. How could I easily go back?

Although I don't want to deal with her, she uses my dad as an excuse, and I can't bring myself to refuse.