- 2.
My mom was about to say something when Ashley cut her off, “Are you siding with her, just some slut who uses her body to get ahead?
“So you’re saying you look down on me! “I’m leaving!”
Ashley used her special move, putting herself down, so my Mom could feel bad and
apologize.
But this time, my Mom straight up ignored
her.
My Mom was trying not to cry, and ran over
to me. “Honey, when did you get back, I didn’t
even know!”
I shrugged her off, “I’m not your daughter. Ashley is.”
“Don’t be like that!”
く
“You’re always my daughter. No one can take
your place!”
“Mom, what are you saying!”
Ashley was flabbergasted, she forgot about
leaving, and pulled me away from my Mom.
“You didn’t tell me you were helping someone
else!”
Ashley was all mad. “Have you never heard
the phrase “hicks are mean“? Why do you
even bother helping people in some place like
that? You should’ve just bought me some
more clothes!
“You’re not Mother Theresa! Do you really
think everyone is like me!
“You have to choose me or her!”
My Mom’s face was not happy, she couldn’t
believe what she was hearing.
“Shut your mouth. She is my daughter!”
My Mom was mad. “I can’t believe you are so
disgusting!
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“What is wrong with you!”
“I am very disappointed.”
Ashley was shocked and angry, and started
shaking her head.
“What’s wrong? This is my real sister, she is my family!”
“You knew and kept it a secret!” Ashley
yelled.
I rolled my eyes and pointed at my bag.
“Mom, I want to live in my old room.”
My Mom started telling the housekeeper to
move all of Ashley’s stuff.
“No!” Ashley yelled, before trying to say it
more politely. “Mom, you promised me I could
have this room…”
She tried to hold my hand. “You already had a
great childhood, but I never had anything. Can
I please have this?”
I pulled away and wiped off my hand. “One,
you’re older than me, stop pretending. Two,
you should be really good at persevering,
given your background, so put Ashley in the storage room!”
My Mom didn’t want me to feel bad, so she
agreed.
Ashley was speechless.
The first night I was home, I tried to talk to my Mom about Ashley, but she was still going
easy on her. “It’s me or her!” I told her.
My Mom was sad, but hugged me and said I
was her daughter.
I could finally relax.
The next morning, Ashley looked like she
didn’t sleep. She said she couldn’t sleep to
my Mom.
Then she acted like I had been bullying her,
before talking about how she could still live in
the storage room.
“If you can handle it, go ahead.”
My Mom didn’t care, since I told her what to
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- uu.
Ashley was shocked, and then my brother
slammed the table and yelled at her for
talking so much.
Ashley started smashing her bowl and plate in
response.
