Sofia’s POV“Good morning, ma,” I smiled at my mum as she walked downstairs. “Did you sleep well?”“Good morning, dear. Yes, I did,” She replied, taking her seat beside me. “Where's Olivia? Has she had breakfast yet?”Stifling the urge to roll my eyes, I nodded in affirmation. “Yes, she has. She's upstairs doing some schoolwork.”Darting me a stern look, mum said. “Sofia, I don't like the way you treat your daughter at all. The poor child did nothing to you, her father did. So why must she suffer for his crime?”“Mum, you know I'm always busy with work and whatnot,” I fibbed. “The little time I have is what I spend with her. I'm not a bad mum, I promise. And she knows I love her even more than myself.”Mum gazed at me, eyes full of skepticism then shrugged. “Well, if you say so. I just want to implore you to spend a little more time with her. Don't make her feel unwanted, okay?”“Yes, ma. I won't.”Inwardly, I couldn't help but scoff as mum helped herself to generous servings of yello
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