The customers waiting behind me were already getting impatient. They told me to hurry up and stop holding up the line. I quickly apologized. My mind went blank.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry. My mom's missing, and my phone's with her, so I can't pay. You can go ahead first."

I hurriedly shoved all the scanned items back into the cart. I was prepared to go look for her.

A store employee immediately stepped forward and blocked my path. "What are you doing? You can't leave without paying."

The sight of the employee finally snapped me back to reality. I grabbed her hand and said, "My mom disappeared. Please help me find her."

They brought me to the manager's office, where the staff made three or four announcements over the intercom, but Mom still didn't show up.

Left with no other choice, I went to the security office to check the surveillance footage. That's when I finally found out where she'd gone.

With my purse in her hand, she kept walking all the way back toward the entrance. She actually left the grocery store through the front doors.

I immediately felt furious. I knew she did it on purpose. She just wanted to embarrass me.

My face turned red. Suddenly, it felt humiliating to even look at all the food piled inside the cart.

If this had happened in the past, I probably would have given in. But this time, I wouldn't let her have her way no matter what. I was leaving with these groceries one way or another.

I borrowed an employee's phone and called my best friend, Melinda Graham. I asked her to come pick me up at the grocery store.

She happened to be shopping nearby and arrived quickly. She paid for everything for me.

I loaded all the groceries into the trunk. Thankfully, I still had my car keys on me, so at least I could drive home.

When I got back, Mom was already sitting on the couch. She looked at me smugly. "Oh, your'e back? I told you not to buy those things, but you wouldn't listen. I had to come home first."

She deliberately brushed past the fact that she had abandoned me at the grocery store.

I was furious, so I ignored her completely and carried the three heavy bags of groceries into the house.

"How did you buy all that? Your phone was with me!"

She saw me carrying all that stuff and immediately sprang up from the couch. The calm expression on her face vanished.

"So you really did do it on purpose. You took my phone because you wanted to humiliate me.

"But let me make one thing clear. It won't work anymore. I'm an adult now. You can't control me anymore."

I stared directly into her eyes as I spoke each word slowly and clearly.

"H-How can you say that to your mother? I'm doing this for your own good. None of that food is good for you, but you insist on arguing with me over it.

"You're my only child. Why would I ever want to hurt you? Return all this stuff. You really can't eat it. I mean it."

Even after I brought everything home, she still refused to give up. She still wanted me to return it all.

"Enough!" I finally snapped and shouted at the top of my lungs.

"What is wrong with you? I'm spending my own money. What does any of this have to do with you? If you keep trying to control me, I'll move out permanently. Don't make me go that far."

After I got my first paycheck out of college, I started looking for an apartment so I could finally move out, but Mom refused no matter what I said.

One night, she sat beside my bed while wiping away tears. She cried about how lonely she would be living alone.

Seeing her like that, I couldn't bring myself to leave, so I stayed home.

"Move out? Where would you move to? I can't believe how stubborn you've become. I thought I raised a good daughter. You ungrateful child!" After being stunned for a few seconds, she immediately started pointing at me and yelling.

I didn't even bother arguing with her. After putting my things away, I grabbed a few snacks I wanted to eat and sat at the dining table. I began indulging myself.

Once I was full, my mood improved a lot. I got my phone back, repaid Melinda, and scrolled on my phone in bed. I eventually fell asleep.

Early next morning, I woke up to loud voices all around me. The second I opened my eyes, I nearly had a heart attack.

A group of relatives was standing around my bed. They surrounded me like mourners at a funeral. It was as if they were about to carry me off any second.

"What are you all doing? Who said you could come into my room?"

I shot upright in bed and screamed.

"Well, look who finally woke up. You don't care about your poor mother at all. You could've gotten up early to help her in the kitchen."

My aunt, Daisy Anderson, said with a sarcastic snort.

I glanced at my phone. It was only eight in the morning.

I finally had a few days off and just wanted to sleep in for once. That plan was clearly ruined now.

"Get up already. Your mother's been cooking for two hours." My aunt-in-law, Mary Ziegler, yanked my blanket away.

"Why do you even need this much makeup? You can't possibly use all of it. I'll just take these bottles.

"And these clothes in your closet are way too revealing. People would think you work at a nightclub."

The entire group of people rummaged through my room. They pointed at my belongings and criticized me for just about everything. They were like looters raiding a house.

"What are you doing in my room? Put that down!" I shouted.

"Why are you yelling? You have such a bad temper. Your mother specifically asked us to come talk some sense into you. You seriously can't be left unchecked anymore."

My heart sank. My mind was a mess.

I honestly didn't know what I had done so wrong for Mom to torment me like this. At that moment, I genuinely felt like I would rather she stab me to death than keep torturing me this way.

"I need to get changed. Get out," I said while trying to suppress my anger.

"We're all family. Just get changed. What's there to hide?"

I glanced in the direction of the bedroom door. It was wide open. My uncle, Jack Ziegler, and my cousin, Ben Ziegler, were sitting out there in plain view. Once they looked up, they'd be able to see everything. I couldn't possibly get changed like this.

"Get out! How am I supposed to get changed with all of you standing here?" I grabbed a pillow and hurled it at them.

"Such a bad temper. Fine, fine, we're leaving."

Only after they walked out did I finally sigh in relief. I shut the door and had just pulled off my nightgown when the door suddenly swung open behind me.

"Why are you keeping your door closed? We're all family. What are you trying to hide from us? Why must you close the door?" Mom stood by the door and fumed.

Perhaps it was my imagination, but a cold draft swept across my bare upper body. It made me shiver instantly.