The bright red leather suitcase was old-fashioned and flashy, just like her.She spent five thousand bucks to buy my dad an old, third-hand van. While my dad went downstairs to move the car, she stayed in the room to watch me pack.She patted my bed, sat down, and crossed her legs.She said, “I didn’t think you’d actually do well in the exam. I thought you were just a useless troublemaker.”I fired back, “You’re just a middle school graduate. How many words can you even read, idiot?”Hearing my words, she just laughed. Her laugh was cocky and smug. Her eyes crinkled.She said, “Alright, smartass, when you go to college, make sure you go far, far away, okay?”I slammed my suitcase shut, stomped on it to force the zipper closed, dragged it out, and then slammed the door.Back then, she was the one who left. This time, it was me.The difference was that my dad brought her back home, but I would not get the same chance.I was not as good an actor as she was. She was the real Osca
My dad would probably break my legs or maybe even crack open my head to see what was inside.After thinking it over, I decided to ask Scarlett to go to the parent-teacher meeting instead.I thought I would have to convince her, but surprisingly, she agreed right away.On the phone, she teased me, “With grades this bad, of course, you’d only dare ask me. Don’t worry, I won’t tell your dad. But I have one condition.”I knew it. She never helped for free.There was no such thing as a free lunch.She said, “Over the winter break, I’m signing you up for tutoring. If your grades are this terrible again, I’ll tell your dad.”I stayed quiet for a moment, and then she added quickly, “Just go to your classes and don’t bother me and your dad. You’re such an eyesore.”I scoffed and agreed.On the day of the parent-teacher meeting, Scarlett dressed up. She curled her hair, wore lipstick, and put on an expensive-looking coat.When Grace talked to us privately outside the classroom, Scarlet
A lot of the time, I hated my parents and looked down on how they acted.I always thought I was different and better than them.But the truth was, I grew up in the same dirty, dark place. I was not any better or stronger than them. Nothing good would come from the pain I carried.But then Scarlett surprised me. She rushed to the front of the class, smacked the chalk box off the desk, pointed at the physics teacher, and yelled, “Who do you think you’re talking about?!“I send my kid to school and pay all the tuition and textbook fees! How does that make us a junk-collecting family?!”The chalk box hit the floor and broke, with pieces of chalk scattering everywhere.“You can’t even teach properly, and I haven’t called you out for it! Have you no shame?! You don’t deserve to be called a teacher! You’re just a piece of trash!”Scarlett’s face turned bright red. She was angry; her neck was tense, and her veins were sticking out.She did not care about her image at all. She slammed h
To keep me out of her way, Scarlett paid for a whole winter break tutoring class for me.She would secretly watch me late at night to make sure I was not using my phone.If I slacked off, she would threaten, “I’ll tell your dad right now!”Her threats worked. I spent the whole winter break struggling with my studies.On New Year’s Eve, we were supposed to go to my grandma’s house for dinner. My dad left her alone for the first time.She did not act sweet like usual. Instead, she calmly said, “We’re not officially married, so why should I go? I don’t belong. It’s not my place.”She spent the most exciting night of the year alone.She listened to fireworks outside, watched a boring TV show, and ate tasteless frozen food under dim lights.On New Year’s Day, she gave me some money.She put on red lipstick and held up 500 dollars. She raised her chin at me while I was still sleepy in bed.She proudly said, “I’m more generous than your picky relatives, right? Come take it and say s
Even though my physics grades improved a lot, it did not help with my biology and chemistry.Based on the year’s ranking for arts classes, I barely made it to the advanced class.Scarlett was even happier than my dad. She insisted on treating me to a nice dinner as a reward.She remembered all my favorites: mashed potatoes, steak, grilled vegetables, and a Caesar salad.While my dad went to the restroom, she tried to hide her excitement and teased me, “You did so well and got into the advanced class. You just want me to spend money, huh? So, what do you want as a gift?”I wanted a phone, a tablet, some nice clothes, or maybe just cash to spend on whatever I wanted.But looking at the spark in her eyes, my mouth ran ahead of my thoughts, and I said, “Cheapskate, you could sign me up for more tutoring classes.”She smiled even brighter but pretended to act casual. “Oh, so you want to study more. Let’s see what you can actually do.”I did not end up achieving much.For the whole
At first, she just wanted to live a quiet life with my godfather, but he died unexpectedly. Just ten minutes before he passed, he was still eating and drinking with her.On May 13th, she went to a church to light a candle and say a prayer. She hoped that my dad would stay safe and that I would do well on my college exams.The church was crowded, and she believed that if she prayed with sincerity, her prayers would be answered.I did not know why she told me all of this, but suddenly, I felt like it might be a good thing for her to stay by my dad’s side.She seemed like a kind person.During my four years of college, I barely went home.I did not want to go back. I did not want to disturb her and my dad’s life together.My grandfather left me 20,000 dollars for college, but my dad did not give it to me. He lied that he used it to buy a gift for Scarlett.I knew he used the money to pay off debts.Even so, Scarlett took the blame. She paid my tuition in my dad’s name and sent me
She had a blank look on her face. On the New Year's Day, she gave me 500 dollars as usual and proudly asked me to say something nice to make her happy.I did not know when it happened, but my dad’s debts kept getting bigger.They got so big that he did not even spare the 50 dollars my grandma needed to buy meat. He shamelessly took the money from her.The bank kept calling me and asking if I knew someone named Warren Zimmerman.Scarlett had already paid off over 300,000 dollars of his debts. She even thought about selling the old house she bought when she got married back then.But my dad was beyond help. He kept gambling, and sometimes, he even had people come over to gamble at home.The house was a mess with empty bottles everywhere. In the thick smoke, my dad would not stop gambling.Scarlett could not stop him anymore. Before, when she was around, he would drink less, but she could no longer control him.I tried a few times to tell her to leave my dad, but I was afraid she
The department I applied to was far and not well-known, but there were still a lot of people trying to get in.Before the results of the final background check were even out, Scarlett was already celebrating.She kept telling the neighbors that I had passed the civil service exam and got a stable government job. She was so proud and said I had become successful.She would say how the little girl everyone doubted had become the most successful one.She was praising me so much that the neighbors got jealous.But neither of us expected that the department I applied to would come to our house for an interview.I had researched and told Scarlett that usually, they just visited people in their hometown communities or schools. A home visit was usually just a formality.But every department did things differently, and each supervisor had their own way of handling things.Still, Scarlett was really scared. She kept thinking of all the things that might happen. She was afraid that even t
I said, “I’m doing fine.” “Is your stepmom okay?” “She’s fine.” “That’s good.”During our twenty-minute visit, he spent most of the time crying and sitting in silence.He told me a lot of things. He told me to take care of myself and look after Scarlett.In the end, I could not help but ask, “Do you blame me?”He looked at me and said, “How could I blame you? I owe you an apology.”His voice was calm, like he was stating a simple fact.I watched as he walked away. Once I stepped outside the prison gates, I could not hold it in anymore and burst into tears.His apology brought back memories of the moments of kindness buried under all the anger and violence.All those messy, bittersweet memories hit me like a wave but disappeared with my tears.He gave my mom the house and car but fought to keep custody of me and raised me.On my birthdays, he would act annoyed but still buy me a cake.Late at night, when we were both too hungry to sleep, we would share a single piece of
She sat on the couch like a child who had made a mistake and quietly fiddled with the house deed.She loved looking pretty and often spent her free time dressing up.But at some point, gray hairs had appeared at her temples. Every time I noticed them, it made my eyes sting, and I felt like crying.She touched her face and said, “The first time your dad brought me here and introduced me to you, he said I was your mom. From that day, I told myself that no matter what happened before, from now on, I’m your mom.”Then, she thought of something and suddenly laughed. “That time you told me to get out, your dad came to confront me. I told him it was all my fault. I said I found out you used the 20,000 dollars to frame me, and in my anger, I hit you. “I even told him I was your mom and promised to take care of you and help you grow up. I guess I am pathetic.”She handed me the property deed, raised her chin, and said, “Listen to your mom, you brat.”I felt a lump in my throat, and tear
It was just the three of them eating together. My dad knew my godfather had already drunk a lot and could not drink anymore, but he kept pushing him to do it. He even called him a coward. When they were going downstairs, my dad kicked my godfather from behind on purpose.My godfather and my dad ended up fighting, but since Scarlett was there, neither of them went too hard.My godfather’s death was an accident, but after his death, my dad said the money he owed was forgiven. He claimed that since my godfather was dead, the debt was paid off.Before my dad regained consciousness, he was summoned to the police station.When he woke up, he thought it was a small matter and told me to remind Scarlett to cook dinner, but he never came back.Scarlett made a fuss because of this. She cried loudly, called me a fool, and blamed me for being so cruel to my dad.She grabbed my collar, and her bloodshot eyes were full of tears. “You’re crazy! You really are! Do you know you’ve ruined your lif
She forced a smile and nervously asked, “Did you pass the background check?”I looked into her unfocused, worn-out eyes and casually replied, “I’m not taking the exam anymore. I called the police and had my dad arrested.”She kept staring at me. Her mouth moved, but no words came out.The first time I saw Scarlett was almost ten years ago.She had aged a lot. She was already short, dark, and overweight to begin with. Over time, she was even darker, shorter, and heavier.She had developed many health problems—a fatty liver, high blood pressure, and arrhythmia. The ironic thing was that my dad was healthy and only got sick once a year.She worried every day that the debt collectors would come after us while my dad slept peacefully and without care.I felt like this was so unfair. It really was.Even when my dad hurt Scarlett so badly, she still would not call the police or press charges. She always tried to make peace.It was not fair.So, I took action and sent my dad to priso
Scarlett tried to explain to him, but he still would not listen.I could faintly hear Scarlett crying and saying, “Stop, Warren. Please stop. I beg you. Even if you kill me later, it doesn’t matter. This is Pearl’s future. You can’t ruin it…”I walked the supervisors out, and they did not look happy.I watched them leave without saying anything to explain myself. Scarlett’s last words kept playing in my head.After so many years, I realized I should hate my dad.But how could I hate him?I could barely remember my mom’s face anymore, no matter how hard I tried.She had already given up on me. The only person in the world who was still close to me by blood was my dad.I walked upstairs and passed by my dad’s friends as they hurriedly left.Seeing their panicked faces, I suddenly had a bad feeling. My heart started beating faster, like it knew something was coming.I quickly took the stairs and grabbed the railing as I rushed up.The door was slightly open. I pushed it, and it
The department I applied to was far and not well-known, but there were still a lot of people trying to get in.Before the results of the final background check were even out, Scarlett was already celebrating.She kept telling the neighbors that I had passed the civil service exam and got a stable government job. She was so proud and said I had become successful.She would say how the little girl everyone doubted had become the most successful one.She was praising me so much that the neighbors got jealous.But neither of us expected that the department I applied to would come to our house for an interview.I had researched and told Scarlett that usually, they just visited people in their hometown communities or schools. A home visit was usually just a formality.But every department did things differently, and each supervisor had their own way of handling things.Still, Scarlett was really scared. She kept thinking of all the things that might happen. She was afraid that even t
She had a blank look on her face. On the New Year's Day, she gave me 500 dollars as usual and proudly asked me to say something nice to make her happy.I did not know when it happened, but my dad’s debts kept getting bigger.They got so big that he did not even spare the 50 dollars my grandma needed to buy meat. He shamelessly took the money from her.The bank kept calling me and asking if I knew someone named Warren Zimmerman.Scarlett had already paid off over 300,000 dollars of his debts. She even thought about selling the old house she bought when she got married back then.But my dad was beyond help. He kept gambling, and sometimes, he even had people come over to gamble at home.The house was a mess with empty bottles everywhere. In the thick smoke, my dad would not stop gambling.Scarlett could not stop him anymore. Before, when she was around, he would drink less, but she could no longer control him.I tried a few times to tell her to leave my dad, but I was afraid she
At first, she just wanted to live a quiet life with my godfather, but he died unexpectedly. Just ten minutes before he passed, he was still eating and drinking with her.On May 13th, she went to a church to light a candle and say a prayer. She hoped that my dad would stay safe and that I would do well on my college exams.The church was crowded, and she believed that if she prayed with sincerity, her prayers would be answered.I did not know why she told me all of this, but suddenly, I felt like it might be a good thing for her to stay by my dad’s side.She seemed like a kind person.During my four years of college, I barely went home.I did not want to go back. I did not want to disturb her and my dad’s life together.My grandfather left me 20,000 dollars for college, but my dad did not give it to me. He lied that he used it to buy a gift for Scarlett.I knew he used the money to pay off debts.Even so, Scarlett took the blame. She paid my tuition in my dad’s name and sent me
Even though my physics grades improved a lot, it did not help with my biology and chemistry.Based on the year’s ranking for arts classes, I barely made it to the advanced class.Scarlett was even happier than my dad. She insisted on treating me to a nice dinner as a reward.She remembered all my favorites: mashed potatoes, steak, grilled vegetables, and a Caesar salad.While my dad went to the restroom, she tried to hide her excitement and teased me, “You did so well and got into the advanced class. You just want me to spend money, huh? So, what do you want as a gift?”I wanted a phone, a tablet, some nice clothes, or maybe just cash to spend on whatever I wanted.But looking at the spark in her eyes, my mouth ran ahead of my thoughts, and I said, “Cheapskate, you could sign me up for more tutoring classes.”She smiled even brighter but pretended to act casual. “Oh, so you want to study more. Let’s see what you can actually do.”I did not end up achieving much.For the whole