---- constant refrain had been how hard her life was. She was always the victim, and I, the ungrateful daughter who owed her everything. Back then, I had believed her. I worked hard in school, fantasizing about one day buying her a big house and giving her a comfortable life. But as I grew older, especially by middle school, I began to understand things differently. That was when my sense of self-respect kicked in-and when the real pain began. The simulation fast-forwarded through Subject One's elementary school years. Thanks to regular donations from the kind woman, and a janitorial job the school arranged for my mother, my mother and Subject One managed to scrape by. Though the teachers were cold to Subject One and she had no friends, she made it through. Against the odds, Subject One graduated with decent grades and secured a spot in an advanced class at the ---- county's top middle school. The audience exhaled collectively. "See? Hard work pays off," someone said with relief. "She's determined," another chimed in. "She'll definitely do better than her daughter. Mark my words." "That's right! Subject One has a strong will and isn't easily swayed by external factors." My husband scoffed audibly, sneering at me. "If I'd known the truth about your family, I wouldn't have married you." My son wrinkled his nose in disgust. "It's so embarrassing to have a mom like you. You grew up poor, and now you're dragging me into your mess!" "Don't worry," I said dryly. "You'll have your turn." On the screen, my mother's version of my life continued. ---- Middle school tuition was waived, but there were still book fees, boarding costs, and monthly living expenses. Just as she seemed to be considering how to manage these expenses, an unexpected opportunity presented itself. A wealthy family proposed a betrothal. Accepting it would mean an enormous dowry-and the end of my mother's financial struggles. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!