Dad, This Is the Last Time I'll Make You Angry

I poured all the freshly brewed Chinese medicine into the toilet. With a crash, it was all gone. Mom rushed in, shaking with anger, and slapped me in the face. "Su Xixi! That's the money your father got from selling blood! Do you want to die?!" My face was burning with pain, but I gritted my teeth and did not cry. I have to act bad so they won't be upset if I die. This morning, I saw the B-ultrasound sheet, twins, so good. The family only had enough food for two mouths and could not afford to raise three children. I was the redundant one. "Chinese medicine is too bitter, I hate drinking it! I hate you!" I yelled, pushed my dad away, and got into bed by myself. Under the quilt, I covered my mouth tightly to prevent myself from making a sound in pain. Cancer cells were biting me in my body. It doesn't matter, Xixi doesn't hurt. Uncle Gui Cha has already arrived. In a few days, you will have money to raise those two babies. Good night, Dad, this is the last time I'll make you angry.