"Mom,it turns out you're so rich..."
I glanced indifferently at that fancy car and my mother,who was well-dressed and behaved elegantly.
My heart felt as if it had been stabbed.

I saw that my mother seemed to want to come towards me.
But Amanda's eyes turned red,and she started to act coquettishly and pretend to be pitiful.
My mother stopped in her tracks.
She looked at my mother pitifully and pointed at the tampons on the ground."Auntie Shirley,I'm on my period,so I asked her to buy me some stampons.But not only did she ask me for five thousand dollars for the delivery fee like a greedy person,but she also threw them on the ground!"
Amanda was very good at lying and winning my mother's pity.With just a little instigation,my mother started to scold me.
"Elena,what's wrong with you?Are you bullying your classmates like this at school?"

As soon as I was about to explain,Amanda said again,"Auntie,it's not El's fault.I know she hates me and is jealous that you're so good to me.It's only natural for her to be angry..."
Goodness,that just took way what little bit of guilt left in my mother.
"Elena,do you think you're so wronged?Do you think Mandy owes you something?"My mother glared at me and kept scolding."That’s my money I gave to Mandy.It has nothing to do with her.If you're angry,take it out on me,not her!"
I looked at the two of them united in condemning me,and my heart grew colder and colder.It felt as if at this moment,I was their enemy.But I clearly hadn't done or said anything,and my mother seemed to think,without a doubt,that I was the one causing trouble.

"Mom,you know?"After a long pause,I looked at her and said,"I feel like a complete joke right now."
All these years,she actually had the ability to make my life better and less difficult,but she chose to pretend to be poor.I pointed at the cello on Amanda's back,and tears rolled down my cheeks.
"When I was eight,I told you I wanted to learn the cello.You said learning that was useless,a waste of money and time."
"That's because Mandy’s more talented than you.If she learns,she'll be the next Luigi Boccherini.Your right hand is ruined,how on earch can you play cello!"My mother retorted,but suddenly stopped as if realizing something.
Back then,when Amanda and I were at the music store,people around said my fingers were more suitable for the cello and that I have great understanding for music.I cried and said I wanted to learn,but my mother grabbed my fingers and tried to pull me away.When we were leaving the store,the automatic door malfunctioned and caught my right hand.My mother didn't notice my hand was caught and kept pulling.In the end,my middle finger on my right hand was fractured and the nerve was damaged.I couldn't learn the cello anymore,and it was even hard to hold a pen.So later,I trained myself to be left-handed.
Thinking of this,my heart was filled with bitterness.My mother also seemed to remember what she did and wanted to say something to make amends,but Amanda immediately put on a superior attitude.
"Learning music requires talent.Not just anyone can do it."She looked at me confidently and said calmly,"After all,my dad is a cellist.What about yours?Just some freeloader,right?"