Fighting For Happiness

Synopsis

She was my mother. But the way she looked at me was like she was staring at something monstrous. Like I should never have existed. I earned the highest scholarship. Everyone else clapped, cheered, envied. But she just stared, like I was something dirty. The only time she smiled was when I handed her the prize money, and even then, it barely reached her eyes. The better I did, the more she seemed to despise me. Her cold, accusing gaze made me feel like even the sound of my breathing was an unforgivable offense. Then one day, I stumbled across a locked drawer she'd forgotten to shut. Inside was an old photograph. She was smiling tenderly, cradling a child that wasn't me. And that was when I understood. Maybe I was never supposed to be here at all.