The Smith household was alive with a rare and welcome warmth on Christmas Eve.
This was all thanks to the good news brought by Mrs. Jones.
Except for Amelia, both her parents were delighted by the news. Mrs. Smith, Amelia's mother, Mia, was giving instructions:
"James, go ahead and take the meat and vegetables out of the fridge. Today, I'll pull out all the stops with my cooking.
Just remember, don't let the cat out of the bag, and don't tell her anything when she gets back. There's no way she'll agree to a blind date."
As Mia spoke, she was also busy with the cooking.
Mia came from a military family. She had a younger brother and an elder brother, and she was a beauty in her youth.
She thought beautiful women always had their share of troubles. Her luxury days didn't last long, and she lived in her father's villa until she was twenty-two, then she moved into the poky college dormitory with her husband, James Smith.
In the poky dormitory, the kitchen and bathroom were shared with several other families, and she always dreamed of being better than others, but one problem after another stood in her way.
Firstly, it was about her father's property. Her parents got older and passed away one by one. During that process, Mia took most responsibility for taking care of them.
Her father passed away earlier than his mother.
That day, their mother died. Mia was away on her business trip. By the time she rushed back home, everything had already changed.
Her elder brother had acted quickly, changing all the locks, and got the villa.
Her younger brother had already taken away all the valuable items in the house.
No one remembered her, who had sacrificed the most for the family.
They hurt her so deeply, and the usually dutiful and tender Mia overturned the table, smashed the TV, and forcefully got some money from her two brothers, not because she was greedy for money, but because she couldn't bear the humiliation.
If someone had simply consulted her at the beginning, she would have given up everything for the sake of family.
The act of taking the money was just a form, a proof that she, Mia, was not just someone who could be pushed around.
Secondly, the matter at hand revolved around her husband, James. He had dedicated himself to his role as a professor at the college since he graduated, yet despite his years of service, there had been no indication of a forthcoming promotion.
They lived in a poky dormitory, while the others working for so many years all earned a better life.
Thirdly, it was about herself. She once was a promising accountant at a bustling trading company, but now she struggled with receiving her meager monthly salary on time.
Mia placed her final hope in her beautiful daughter, Amelia. With a resolute heart, she vowed that as long as she drew breath, her daughter would not endure a life of ordinariness like her own.
She was determined to give Amelia every opportunity to excel and live a life that surpassed her own.
Her daughter was the apple of her eye, and it was unacceptable that Amelia wouldn't rise to the top.
Mia was ready to commit herself fully to ensuring that Amelia's future was bright and filled with the possibility of a life better than her own.
Now, Mia was complaining all day long, sometimes blaming society's unfairness, sometimes sighing that the right time had not yet come. In the end, of course, all the problems were not her own fault.
Mia's complaints were futile, and so they all pinned their hopes on the youngest, most talented, hardest-working, most emotional, and most beautiful Amelia to change the family's destiny.
She often mused that women were granted an additional opportunity to thrive in this world, an advantage that could be found in the institution of marriage.
Comparatively, this path was often perceived as a more secure route to success, offering the potential for a stable alliance and shared resources.
Mia had never walked a step in her daughter's shoes, had she? Didn't the weight of others' hopes and dreams begin to feel like a heavy load, pressing down on the soul with each passing day?
They eagerly awaited Amelia to save them from their plight, and it was hard not to feel oppressive when faced with her mother. So she rarely stayed at home.
Her father, James, was not that greedy for money as her mother, Mia. However, with time passing by, he also wanted his daughter to have a happy life.
Everyone possessed an unfailing affection for their own child, it could help him avoid the constant and endless nagging:
Working hard, maintaining good relations with top management in college, earning more money, living in a big house, leading a better life than her brothers, etc.
Mia wanted her daughter to take a shortcut, to marry a wealthy and influential person first, and then pursue her personal development.
From her mother's perspective, this was truly for her daughter's own good.
But what about love?
Mia scoffed at the so-called love,
"I'm the living proof of love leading to where I am today! To become a college professor's wife and then stop striving, living on our measly poor salary each month, unable to make big money like others!
I'd have been better off marrying that officer under your grandfather, living in a big and cozy house at least."
The big house had become a scar in Mia's heart, not only because of the failed inheritance, but also because of the lack of a noble symbol! It was a defeat for her!