Celine alighted the car and walked toward her mother. She pushed her and scolded, “Are you crazy? Even if you wish to die, don’t do it under my car and dirty it.

“If you were to die because I couldn’t hit the brakes in time, what would people say about me? They’ll say I look down on the poor, and that I would rather stay with my adoptive mother than my birth mother for that very reason.”

The woman’s gaze was fixed on Celine. She was no different from any other mothers who would never not miss