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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

Mr. Shaw seemed to sense my confusion and smiled bitterly as he began to tell me his story.


"At first, I also thought that since they were robots, their main function should definitely be to serve the public and bring convenience to people's lives. As for those entertainment and flashy functions, I felt they were unnecessary."


"But this idea changed after my son committed suicide due to depression."


I stared at Mr. Shaw in shock. His son was three or four years older than mine and should have been experiencing the excitement of youth on a college campus. I never imagined he would end his life so early.


"It's my fault too. His mother died early, and I was too busy with work when he was young and neglected him. When we did meet, I would only ask about his studies. Once, I noticed his grades had dropped significantly, and I found a lot of toys in his room. In a fit of anger, I smashed all those toys. At the time, I saw them as the root cause of my son's declining grades."


Chapter 7