Amelia Charlie was still sitting on the couch, looking as if she had aged ten years, her once straight back somehow now curved.
Violet Taylor felt complicated emotions.
After recalling past events, her feelings towards this mother had grown even more complex.
Resentment, grievances, yet mixed with an inseparable familial love.
Her life was given by Amelia Charlie.
And before she was five, Amelia Charlie had been particularly kind to her.
Even after she turned five, although Amelia Charlie controlled her life, every time after she scolded or hit her, she would hold her in agony, saying "it hurts me more than it hurts you."
At least back then, her tears were genuine.
She actually did love her own daughter.
It was just that her love was delivered in the wrong way.
Her need for control was too strong, wanting her to follow the life she had planned out step by step.
But she forgot that when things are taken to an extreme, they become a dead end.
