The atmosphere between them became tense. The room felt increasingly cramped, the air filled with negative energy from the increasingly heated argument. Ayesha felt like she was drowning in despair as if whatever she said was never heard by her mother.
Mona bit her lip, trying to hold back tears. “Do you think it’s easy for me to see you fail, Ayesha? You’re my daughter. I want the best for you, but you keep disappointing me.”
Ayesha took a deep breath, her voice getting softer but full of pain. “Mom only loves the image you created of me, not the real me. You only love me when I succeed, but when I fall, you are not even there to support me.”
Mona finally fell silent, unable to reply. The pain from Ayesha’s words was too real to deny. But her pride was too great to admit it.
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