After the guests had all left in the evening, I was washing dishes in the kitchen when my dad stood at the kitchen door with his hands on his hips scolding me.

His words were similar to Mom's, blaming me for not watching over my younger siblings properly, saying if I hadn't left for that short while, those glasses definitely wouldn't have been accidentally broken by my brother.

No matter what my dad said, I didn't argue back, just silently washing the dishes.

After all, I didn't want to provoke my father into hitting me just for the sake of a momentary argument.

In my dreams, the reason I wanted to defend myself was just because deep down, there was still a tiny bit of hope left for my parents.

But after that dream, I no longer held any hope for them, so no matter how they treated me, I didn't care anymore.

As long as I didn't talk back to them normally and did what I was supposed to do, it would be fine.

However, my dad seemed unsatisfied with my silence. Seeing me not speaking, he immediately came forward, snatched the plate from my hand, and threw it into the sink.

The splashing water and foam dirtied my clothes, and my dad's angry voice resounded in my ears, "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I said? You've just entered junior high, and you're already this defiant, huh? Ignoring our words directly!"

I held back a few tears, my voice trembling, "I'm not, I'm just earnestly listening to you and Mom, reflecting on my mistakes."

Upon hearing me mention reflection, the anger on my dad's face suddenly faded a bit.

Then he coldly snorted, "It's good that you know you're wrong, reflect seriously, and don't make the same mistakes again in the future."

After saying that, he left the kitchen. I quickly wiped away my tears, concealed the fleeting hatred in my eyes, and continued washing the dishes expressionlessly.