My mother always brought various delicious foods, but they were never what I liked.

For all these years, she had only cared about Jane's preferences.

"Judy, I've come to keep you company. Please eat a little; it's all your favorites."

I stared at her blankly, and her eyes instantly filled with tears. "Judy, please don't look at me like that. It hurts my heart so much. Can you smile at Mom, just like you used to when you were little?"

I could no longer remember how I used to smile as a child.

Severe depression had dulled my memory, and all I recalled was how they treated me poorly.

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