Grandma's Funeral, My Mother Didn't Even Enter the Mourning Hall

Grandma treated my mother harshly all her life, Half a year after we got married, I called my mother a "chicken that doesn't lay eggs." When my sister was born, she didn't even look at it. She only left one sentence: "lose money." When my brother drowned, she slapped my mother in public. … On the day of grandma's funeral, the whole village went there, but my mother was chopping radishes in the pot house without even taking a step forward. Relatives scolded her for being unfilial, and my father squatted at the door smoking. Her two daughters were admitted to college one after another, and her waist, which had been bent for half her life, finally straightened out. This is my mom's story. Tolerate for half a lifetime and never reconcile.