The elderly in the village usually celebrate their sixtieth birthday in a grand way, and grandma was no exception.

On that day, my parents were outside welcoming guests and receiving gifts, grandma was chatting with guests in the room, and I was inside taking care of my younger siblings, while also serving tea and water to the guests.

Looking at the pile of gifts in the corner of the room, along with the row of bottled liquor, I casually averted my gaze.

At noon, my mother set up a small table in the room for my younger siblings and instructed me to keep a close eye on them.

Just as I went out to get a drink of water, there was suddenly the sound of a porcelain vase shattering in the room.

Immediately followed by my mother's urgent questioning, "What's going on? Zhang Yun, were you keeping an eye on your younger siblings?"

I stood in the living room, expressionless, watching my mother rush into the room, then her angry shout came from inside, "Where is your sister? Where did she go?"

I tightened my grip on the water cup, took a deep breath, and hurried over.

As soon as I entered the room, my mother forcefully grabbed my clothes, pointed to the shattered vase on the floor, and the basketball lying in the midst of spilled liquor, sharply asking, "What were you doing just now? I told you to watch your younger siblings, do you not have ears?"

She then forcefully twisted my ear, causing me intense pain, contorting my face and making me stand on tiptoes.

My mother continued, "Why are you so useless? You can't even watch over your younger siblings properly, what else can you do? You're just a waste! A good-for-nothing!"

With each sentence, my mother's hand gripping my ear tightened even more.

Tears streamed down my face from the pain, and I instinctively said, "I just choked on my food and wanted to go out for some water."

The anger in my mother's voice intensified, "Did you have to drink that water? Could you not wait until your younger siblings finished eating before getting water? Would you have choked to death?"

Her voice was loud, attracting the attention of many people dining outside.

Someone entered the room, "Oh, Zhang's wife, these broken vases weren't caused by Xiaoyun. Why are you blaming Xiaoyun? Besides, on such a good day, you shouldn't be hitting people. Let's go out for a meal."

With those words, my mother released her grip on my ear, reminded my younger siblings to eat properly, and then grumblingly followed that person out.