She took my academic work and stood on the award podium I had longed for most.
Below the stage, Dad and Mom were both celebrating her.
Before the awards were presented, my sister went over to our parents, looking puzzled. "Didn't Wen'er come?"
The smile vanished from Mom's face. Annoyed, she said, "I've called her several times, but she won't answer. Who knows where she ran off to? Forget her. I'll take you out for something delicious to celebrate!"
Dad chimed in beside her.
They had never once worried about me.
But it doesn't matter. I don't need anyone to care about me anymore.
