This time, her mother didn't chase her. She only watched Annie until she disappeared down the path. Then she sneered and walked back inside.
The room they lived in was better than most, thanks to Annie's strength and her ability to fight. Other families didn't dare to mess with them. They had more space, stronger walls, and even a private kitchen.
Her mother sat in a chair, thinking deeply. 'I can't control Annie forever. She's getting stronger. One day, she'll turn against me. I need a way to hold her down.'
Her lips curved into a cruel smile. 'Her little brother. As long as I have him in my hand, she'll never dare to defy me.'
The thought made her relax. She hummed as she walked to the kitchen. She opened a container, and inside was a bag of rice. The very rice she had claimed was gone. She scooped out a generous portion, added some pickles, and began to eat slowly, savoring every bite.
