Liu Hong returned to her room and met her eldest son, Li Xiang, in the corridor. He was already in his first year of middle school this year.
Just like Li Shuanzhu, he was tall and strong, almost as tall as Liu Hong by now.
They came face to face.
Li Xiang glanced at Liu Hong with disdain, let out a snort, and turned away.
Liu Hong felt a blockage in her heart.
"Li Xiang, I'm your mother. Shouldn't you at least have some basic manners and call me mom?"
Liu Hong couldn't suppress her anger.
She raised her son with all her heart and soul.
As a child, he was close to her, snuggling in her arms, telling her he'd care for his own children when he grew up.
When did he start being so cold to her?
It seemed to start when he began having lunch at his aunt's place after school; he spoke less and less to her, and whenever he did, it was with cold words.
The daughter and youngest son started behaving the same way.
Eventually, all three kids stopped calling her mom entirely.
