The Split
Language: en
After the divorce, my parents split me and my younger sister between them. My mom took me. She made a schedule, meticulously detailing my every waking minute for studying. She said I couldn't lose to my sister, not by a single minute, not by a single point. She needed to prove to my dad that he was blind for giving up such a good woman. I woke up at 5:00 AM every day. She would be up even earlier, making handmade steamed buns loaded with green onions, peeling corn kernel by kernel for my porridge. I ate breakfast while staring at my vocabulary flashcards. "Breakfast takes five…