My Mother Killed My Father, but She Still Made Me Grateful. I Just Want Her to Pay the Price...

"Where's your New Year's money?! Let me ask you! Where's your New Year's money!" My mother roared heartbreakingly, and her raised hand fell hard on my face. My mouth was split open, and I saw with my own eyes blood splattered from my mouth onto the mountains of books on the table. I stared at the blood blankly, and lowering my head was a sign of disobedience to my mother.