I looked up at Mom while clinging to one last thread of hope.

"I've never cared about the amount of money that you give me, Mom. I don't need a laptop, and I don't need a trip to Enora. I just want to experience the things that rightfully belong to me. Am I wrong for thinking that way?

"I want to know without a doubt that you and Dad will always be my pillars of support during my 18th birthday."

I wished that I could cut my heart from my chest and show her my inner thoughts. I wanted her to know that I had strived to be as mature as possible in the last 18 years—to know that I had always been understanding of their plights.

But what about Mom? Why was she staying silent? Why wasn't she tripping over herself to give me an explanation and promise that she would compensate me?

Why wasn't she crying while telling me that she had her reasons? Why wasn't she telling me that I was the only daughter that she loved?

"Say something!" I shouted as I shoved her.

Mom was shocked by my sudden outburst. She frantically tried to pull me into her arms, but I dodged away.

Silence descended upon us, leaving only the sounds of my muffled crying.

A long time passed before Mom finally said, "I know that you've had a hard time in the last few years. Your 18th birthday is coming up. We'll definitely—"

"I want to have a party in the five-star hotel in the city," I blurted out, interrupting her impatiently. "I want to invite all my classmates."

I was testing Mom to see if she would choose me, her biological daughter.

The air around us seemed to freeze.

Just then, Mom's phone started ringing with her special ringtone.

Her face twisted slightly when she glanced at the screen, and she moved to reject the call.

However, I snatched the phone away before she could do so.

I was seconds away from answering the call when Mom suddenly shouted, "Okay! Dad and I will host a five-star birthday party for you!"

The name continued to flash on the screen, stinging my eyes.

However, I halted my movements. My nerve failed me, and I lost the strength to answer the call; I didn't want to lose the affections that so rarely came my way.

There was a wicked voice screaming within me. "I have to prove that I'm better than her!"

I nodded and returned Mom's phone to her.

Mom turned off her phone and sat with me as we planned my birthday party.

I surrendered to the warmth spreading through me, fully aware that it was a hollow charade.

After that, Mom took me shopping for new clothes.

When I exited the changing room, I caught her speaking to someone on the phone.

"Okay. I'll come over right now…" she said in the same gentle tone that she had used to lie to me countless times.

However, I knew that her gentleness was genuine this time.

Mom hastily scanned the QR code to pay for my clothes, saying, "Pack up all the clothes that she tried just now."

She then turned to me and said, "I have some urgent business to attend to. I'll be back later to make dinner for you."

I suddenly burst out laughing as I listened to the endless beeping that resounded from the cash register.

I finally owned clothes that were worth more than 100 dollars, but in exchange, Mom abandoned me.

The metallic taste of blood permeated my tongue.

The sales assistant told me that I had such a loving mother, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had been abandoned by the entire world.

I clenched my fists, feeling at a loss for what to do.

Didn't I already give up on pursuing the truth? Why did Mom abandon me again when I was already turning a blind eye to their lies?

My body moved before my mind registered what I was doing.

…

I tailed Mom to the five-star hotel that she had posted about.

It was my first time stepping foot in such an extravagant establishment.

I felt like a thief sneaking into a banquet and had trouble regulating my breathing.

The receptionist curiously eyed my jacket that had faded from countless washes before his gaze strayed to the branded shopping bags I was holding.

I said before he could get a word in, "I'm looking for my mother. She booked a hall here for my birthday party—"

The receptionist swiftly called his colleague over before I could finish my sentence. "Please escort Ms. Shore to Room 803. She's one of our esteemed guests…"

The hotel staff member blabbered on and on about how grand the banquet was going to be as we entered the elevator.

"Business has been bad recently. It's been five or six years since we received such a huge order. Your parents must love you dearly. I hear that you're an only child?"

My heart twisted painfully as I stood outside the room. I had accepted the keycard from the hotel staff member, but I was getting cold feet at the last second.

If I didn't walk through the door, I could still preserve the illusion that Mom, Dad, and I were a happy family.

However, I also knew that a temporary bubble of happiness would pop sooner or later.

The young woman, who was in the middle of changing clothes, yelped indignantly and covered her body when the door swung open.

"Are you part of the housekeeping crew? What are you doing? I already told you I don't need your services. How dare you barge in of your own volition?"

The woman's makeup was exquisite, and she was wearing a gown that was worth at least 1,000 dollars.

Meanwhile, Mom stood behind her like her personal guard.

Silence descended upon the room as we made eye contact with each other.

I stared at the diamond-studded high heels that the woman was wearing, each diamond sparkling radiantly.

Last month, I had found the same pair of high heels in Mom's closet and assumed that they were my birthday presents.

I had secretly tried them on, thinking that they looked incredibly classy. I had also felt ecstatic that Mom was finally willing to spend a bit more money to buy a presentable birthday gift for me.

However, the high heels disappeared the next day.

When I asked Mom about them, she stammered about how she had returned them because they were too expensive.

It turned out that the high heels were actually meant for the woman before me.

I suppressed the bitter sensation spreading through me and stormed into the room, ignoring the woman's shocked expression.

The whole room was decorated with the woman's photos, showcasing her growth from a baby to an 18-year-old. There were so many photos that they covered every inch of available wall space.

I had never set foot into a photo studio since I was born. I didn't have a single presentable photo to my name.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

I remembered how my school held an award ceremony after the high school entrance exams were over. Outstanding students were allowed to drop by the photography department to have their photos taken for free.

I was over the moon with joy when I had my photos taken, but in the end, Mom forbade me from buying the photos because I had to pay an extra 10 dollars for them.

"You can buy two pounds of pork ribs for 10 dollars. Isn't it better to spend the money on that instead?"

The photos of the woman were like a slap across my face, reminding me of that unfair treatment that I had been unwittingly forced to endure.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! I can't believe that this hotel has such abysmal security. If you don't get out right now, I'm going to lodge a complaint about you for trespassing!" the woman shrieked.

"Wait, Melissa," Mom said in a rush.

She then turned to me and said, "Listen to me, Ally—"

"Why?" I demanded as I turned to glare at her. "Are you going to explain to me that you've been treating your own daughter like trash while cherishing another's daughter like a precious treasure? Are you going to cry to me about how poor you are while showering her with money? Well? Say something!"

My voice echoed around the spacious presidential suite.

Melissa seemed to finally understand what was going on. She loosened her grip and stared at Mom with a complicated look in her eyes.

"Mom? Didn't you tell me that I'm the only daughter that you'll ever have? Who is she? Am I not your biological daughter?"

Mom's face turned a ruddy red. A long time passed, but she couldn't string a proper sentence together.

I barked out a self-deprecating laugh.

I had been desperate for an answer before I followed Mom to the hotel.

The answer was painfully obvious now.

I never existed in the life that Mom presented to the outside world. She had shown me how she behaved toward a daughter whom she actually loved. She would shower her with her time, money, and love.

She gave Melissa everything that she wanted while neglecting my basic needs. She would rather save money than give me milk.

Melissa was allowed to enroll in an international school. Meanwhile, I waited 18 years just for her to tell me that I had to be understanding because our family was poor.

I laughed until tears pricked at my eyes. My hand was shaking when I pointed at Melissa and asked a question that I already had the answer to.

"Who is she?"

Mom was wearing an unreadable expression. She opened her mouth, but she didn't say a word. A long time passed before a wonky smile stretched across her face.

"You already know, don't you? You don't need to ask me this."

I lost it when I heard how broken she sounded.

I dashed forward and tore down the colorful streamers in the room. I then ripped the posters and photos to shreds. I didn't bat an eye when I swept the expensive makeup products off the table, sending them clattering all over the floor.

Melissa shrieked and tried to stop me, but I just shoved her aside, sending her stumbling to the floor.

Mom immediately pounced on me, berating me for raising my hand against another person.

I laughed, my hysteria giving way to anguished hopelessness.

The answer that I had been looking for was thrust in my face again and again, but I didn't care how many times I was forced to face it.

"So, is she your biological daughter?"

I needed to have all the answers. I needed to hear the unbearable truth with my own two ears.

I could only be reborn after my heart died.

I couldn't lie to myself anymore. I couldn't torture myself while clinging to false hope.

I had to cut ties with Mom completely.