"Don't talk about that. I wrote you so many letters and you never replied!" Daniel complained.

I was puzzled. "I never received any letters."

At that moment, my mother's voice suddenly came from the living room. "Why are you two taking so long to put thing away? Hurry up and come out to eat some watermelon!"

"Coming!" I replied, no longer dwelling on the letters, and walked towards the living room.

At the dining table, my parents were very enthusiastic, serving Daniel with dishes while completely ignoring me.

My expression turned somewhat resentful. "If I didn't know better, I'd think Daniel was your own son."

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