The Bloodsucking Tumor

I supported my niece in learning to dance, but she smashed my head with a trophy after stepping down from the podium.

She resented me for restricting her beautiful youth.

She couldn’t eat what she liked, couldn’t have hobbies she enjoyed, and couldn’t be with the person she loved.

She stepped on me, smiling and saying she found true love, who would love and tolerate her.

Even smashing the head of her vicious aunt.

Blood gushed out, drowning the high and mighty her in my eyes.

My tears mixed with the blood on the ground.

She forgot that it was she who kneeled down and begged me to give her a chance to learn to dance.

Seeing her kneel in front of me begging again, I tilted my head and smiled:

"Auntie can’t support you anymore."