My Mother Killed Me Because My Father Loved Me

I had a poor appetite and left half my bowl of rice.

My dad, Arthur, gently patted my head with concern. "Why are you eating so little, sweetie? You’re getting so thin."

My mom, Clara, chimed in from the side, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "She’s growing up. She’s starting to care about her looks. Unlike me. After I had her, I gained so much weight and never lost it."

Arthur didn’t notice the coldness in her eyes. Without even looking up, he agreed, "True, you are a bit on the heavier side now. It’s not healthy. You should go on a diet."