Late-Awakened Mothenly Love
Language: en
Before my A-Levels, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer—because I was starving. When I told my mum, she thought I was lying and cut my allowance even more. She said that when she was my age, she only had £60 a month, and here I was, getting £100. I should consider myself lucky. She wanted me to learn the virtue of thrift. Later, she and my dad went on holiday and left me with no money. I ended up starving to death. She held my body, crying uncontrollably. "Mum, why are you crying?" "Now that I'm dead, you won't have to spend any more money on me. Isn't that something to be happy about?" …