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On my birthday, my husband's childhood sweetheart Irina posted the new robot that my husband and son had made for her on social media.
I casually liked the post, but soon received a scolding from my husband:
"Didn't we give you one too? Our son even baked you a cake by hand. What more do you want?"
However, Irina's robot was clearly the latest model, and even the cake our son gave her was a bit larger than mine.
They love me, but they love Irina a little more.
Perhaps I should try to let go and love them a little less too.

The Husband and Son Regret Their Favoritism

The son was suddenly frightened, standing still in shock. His round, wide eyes reminded me of when he was little and had made a mistake, looking just as terrified as he did now.


The neighbor's door swung open, and Timmy rushed over to check my wound, crying out loudly to my son:


"I told you auntie got cut! My dad cut her! Why didn't you believe me?"


My son couldn't get a word out, and my husband looked equally stunned. He hurried over, took my arm, and rushed me to the hospital to get bandaged up.


"How could you be so careless? It's lucky the wound isn't deep, or you might have lost your shoulder," the nurse scolded me reproachfully.


I shrugged nonchalantly and replied cheerfully, "What can you do? My husband and son didn't believe me. They thought I was joking, so they weren't gentle at all."


Chapter 6