Rita, Cynthia’s mother, took the package from the delivery boy and carried it inside. As she kept it on the table, she thought about who could have sent them this gift package. All the relatives and friends had already washed their hands off them, and she had pushed away the only person who mattered to them.
Her gaze fell on her daughter’s portrait, so beautiful and always smiling. She had robbed her daughter of that smile. Yes, despite being a mother, she had thrown her own daughter to the wolves.. what a great example of motherhood she was. Did she even have the right to be called a mother? When threatened to choose between her husband and daughter, she had chosen her husband, who was then battling between life and death. She had been forced to discard her precious girl, to leave her t
