Chapter 8 — Sister's Fake Revenue

“But every time I love you, I want you to give Khai Tam a little more.” “This time, I won't give in anymore.” Mother's lips trembled. "Do you really not need that restaurant anymore? Haven't you always wanted to take over?" “In the past, I wanted it because I thought that as long as I did well enough, my parents would fairly choose me once.” I looked at her. “Later I realized, the better I did, the more my parents felt I didn't need help.” Mother bowed her head. The heat rising from the thermos obscured her face. At nine thirty at night, the last student table left. I closed the store and sat behind the cashier checking the day's sales. I feel very peaceful inside.