Web Novel
The Day My Daughter Celebrated Chapter 9
After Stella recovered, she seemed like a different person.
She no longer proclaimed herself "woke" and stopped touching her phone or computer.
She cut up and threw away all those t-shirts printed with "Life Comes from Joy."
She became silent and withdrawn, carefully watching my expressions each day.
She tried learning to cook and clean, wanting to help me.
But the more she acted this way, the harder it was for me to get past that barrier.
She brought me a bowl of soup she'd just learned to make, approaching timidly.
"Mom, have some soup. I... I added goji berries, the way you like."
Looking at that bowl of soup, my stomach churned.
Unbidden, my mind replayed her holding that card, loudly reading "Wishing you joy like this every year, every day."
I turned away.
"Take it away. I don't want it."
Her hand froze in midair, her eyes instantly reddening.
"Mom..."
"I said take it away!"
I couldn't control my raised voice.
The soup bowl slipped from her trembling hands and shattered on the floor.
She knelt down with it, crying while trying to pick up the scalding fragments with her bare hands.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."
Soon her fingers were cut, blood mixing with the soup, a horrifying sight.
David heard the noise from the study and rushed out. Seeing this, he quickly pulled her up.
"Stella, what are you doing! You'll cut yourself!"
He pulled her aside and got the first aid kit to treat her wounds.
Throughout, I didn't move.
I just watched coldly.
Watched her repent in pain.
After treating her wounds, David came to my side and sighed softly.
"Monica, I know you're hurting."
"But she's still your daughter. She knows she was wrong."
I shook my head, my voice devoid of warmth.
"David, you don't understand."
"Some wrongs can't be forgiven."
Because it wasn't just "wrong"—it was a "crime."
She'd personally stabbed another knife into my already scarred wound.
That knife went deeper and hurt more than the one from nineteen years ago.