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406words2026-01-26 09:13

My mom branded herself a trendy modern mom,and her“reverse parenting”philosophy was a hit among other modern parenting advocates.
On my birthday,she served me a bowl of plain vegetables and tofu,while treating herself to a massive gourmet cheesecake.
“No spoiling kids with sweets,but I’ll never skimp on myself!”

When I cut my face on broken glass and cried in pain,she didn’t rush me to the hospital—she remained impassive.
“You cry,that’s your deal.If I comfort you,I lose.”
With these quips,she gained prominence as a parenting influencer,raking in cash through ads and sponsorships.
She preached that overprotection harms kids,so she made me work late-night jobs.On my way home,I was assaulted by assailants and died.
After my death,she gleefully profited from my tragedy.
“Serves her right!Kids make their own fate.No kids?I live better.”

When I opened my eyes,I was back to the day she launched her influencer career,offering me a bowl of veggies and tofu.“Sweetie,eat up—veggies are good for you.”
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“Happy birthday,sweetie!Your face looks so pallid complexion—must be low on vitamins.Look what Mom made you!”
She unveiled the plate with a flourish—a few wilted greens and mashed tofu.

Seeing this familiar scene,I knew I’d been reborn.
In my past life,my mom pretended to be a trendy modern mom,preaching,“No spoiling kids,but pamper yourself.Raise kids tough,raise kids tough and yourself rich.”
She’d say,“Kids are young—they’ll eat plenty later.Adults?Every meal counts,so treat yourself!”
This persona made her a controversial parenting influencer.
Growing up,I was never full.My allowance was pitiful.
My sallow face wasn’t from vitamin deficiency—it was malnutrition.
Seeing me hesitate,she urged,“Sweetie,eat!Don’t waste Mom’s effort!”
I knew a phone on the couch was secretly recording everything.
I touched my face,sighing sadly.“Mom,I eat this every day.It’s my birthday—I want something else.”
The live chat buzzed.
“Kids today are so entitled.Back in my day,this was a feast!You go,Mom!”
“Hold on,don’t compare to the past.People ate dirt back then—are you going to try that?”
“She said she eats this every day.Could you handle that?”
My mom’s lips curled slightly.The debates fueled her controversy’s publicity.
More traffic meant more followers,which meant bigger ad deals.
Controversy was her bread and butter.
In my past life,after I ate the tofu,she pulled a massive cheesecake from the fridge,are devoured it.
“Your birthday’s my most exhausting day,so I deserve a treat!Never sacrifice yourself for kids!”
“We’re individuals first,moms second.Love yourself before others.”
Her fans ate it up,calling her a feminist icon.
This life,I wouldn’t let her get away with it.