My Only Friend Was in the Pot

Chapter 1

1,374 words

Mom always told me the outside world was fake and dirty, so she did everything to protect me.

She never allowed me to have any private space, do what I wanted, or even meet new people.

When I was ten, I secretly went to my desk mate's birthday party.

My mom showed up at the party with a knife and dragged me away.

When I was fourteen, I borrowed two pens from a classmate and put them in my backpack.

When I got home, I was beaten black and blue.

When I was sixteen, a boy from the next class wrote me a love letter.

My mom slapped me in front of the entire school.

My life consisted of nothing but studying.

So I never had a single friend.

Until I turned seventeen, when I found a little yellow chick downstairs.

For the first time, I gathered the courage to secretly keep this small creature.

On my eighteenth birthday, Mom mysteriously told me she had a surprise for me.

That evening at the dinner table, I saw a pot of stewed chicken, cooked until the meat fell off the bones.

"This is the chicken I found in your room and stewed."

She even excitedly posted it on Ins with the caption: "Discovered the chick my daughter's been secretly raising for a year, so I stewed it and made her eat it herself."

I kept my head down and said nothing.

But Mom, that wasn't just any ordinary chick.

That was my only friend.

Now that the chick is dead, I can't go on living either.

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