The woman didn't like her but never mistreated her.
It was just...
She increasingly felt herself to be so superfluous, no, not superfluous, but lonely, so lonely that even when the family dined together, she felt as if she were an invisible person.
But fortunately, she noticed that her father's face had regained its smile.
In her twenties, she finally mustered the courage to seek out her mother, who said with sorrow that she had missed her dearly over the years, often washing her face with tears late into the night.
See, she actually missed me.
That's pretty good, isn't it?
Such a family couldn't bring her any happiness, but it didn't cause her resentment either.
It was much like her life.
Her talents weren't so great, but she wasn't a dumb kid either.
With a bit of effort, she got into a decent university, found a not-so-great job, and lived in a not-so-nice house.
Like a ghost with no presence in this world.
