Transfer Of Maternal Love

My daughter sees me as her enemy.

I enrolled her in piano lessons, and she accused me of wanting her to perform like a puppet for others' entertainment.

When she wanted to meet her online boyfriend, I firmly opposed, and she claimed I was restricting her freedom.

Despite winning a gold medal in a piano competition with a promising future, she publicly declared that I only saw her as a money-making tool.

Later, when I had a heart attack, she flushed my medication down the drain, saying I should have died long ago.

After being reborn, I sold the expensive piano and stopped paying for her tutoring.

I watched her fall from grace without a shred of empathy.

She regretted it.

...

I opened my eyes to a message from the piano teacher.

"Qingqing's mom, it's time to pay the tutoring fee for the second half of the year. As usual, it's forty-eight thousand yuan."

"Also, has she been troubled lately? She's been secretly playing with her phone in class, not practicing seriously, and hasn't completed her assignments for two weeks in a row."

"At this rate, it will be difficult for her to even qualify for the national piano competition, let alone win an award."

"If you have time, talk to her. She needs to focus more; her future is what's most important."

I stared at the familiar words on my phone screen, my breathing unsteady.

In my previous life, I had received these messages too.

When I asked my daughter about it, I learned she had found a boyfriend ten years older than her in a game and was planning to meet him.

She was still a minor, and falling for an online fantasy was likely to lead to deceit, so I couldn't let her jump into such a dangerous situation.

She then erupted in anger, threatening me harshly that if I didn't let her date, she wouldn't live, and she even smashed the nearly new piano with a wrench.

That piano cost nearly a hundred thousand yuan and was a gift for her sixteenth birthday.

In the end, I didn't agree with her.

I spent a fortune repairing the piano, made her uninstall the game, paid for her tutoring, and supervised her practice daily.

After much effort, she won the gold medal at the piano competition six months later, earning admiration from several judges and a guaranteed admission to a prestigious art school.

A promising future awaited her.

Watching my daughter shining in the spotlight, I felt immense pride.

Unexpectedly, during the post-competition interview, she tearfully accused me of wrongdoing.

She said I was the person she hated most.

She claimed that my reason for making her learn piano was to have her perform like a puppet for others' entertainment.

She accused me of driving away her father and grandmother, preventing her from seeing her beloved family.

She said I forced her to break up, threatening her with death.

She claimed I was so poor that I pinned all my hopes on her, aiming to turn her into a money-making tool.

Her hoarse voice moved the reporters present.

Seeing the interview on television, I was overcome with rage, leading to a heart attack.

She was right beside me, and with a sinister satisfaction of revenge, she flushed all my medication down the drain.

"Why bother with medication? You're better off dead."

Those were the last words I heard in my final moments.

My soul floated above, watching her cry as she called emergency services to take my body away for futile resuscitation.

In front of the media, she cried her heart out, winning countless sympathies.

The prestigious art school broke its rules to waive all her tuition fees and promised her a yearly scholarship of two hundred thousand yuan.

A renowned pianist also expressed a desire to adopt her as a goddaughter, planning to send her abroad for further studies.

Soon, she reunited with her biological father after years apart, posting intimate photos and receiving blessings from netizens.

And me?

Netizens said my death was well deserved, what goes around comes around.

My ashes were casually buried in a dilapidated cemetery on the outskirts, where visitors would spit as a way of marking their visit.

My husband cheated and divorced me. Fearing Erick's family would bully my daughter, I left with nothing to fight for her custody.

To support her piano education, I worked during the day and took on two more jobs at night.

I feared her talent would be wasted, so I spent a fortune on the best teacher for her.

I used years of sweat and devotion to elevate her to greatness, only for her to turn around and trample me into the dust.

Such is the bond between mother and daughter.

I typed a reply to the piano teacher.

"Sorry, but I won't be paying Qingqing's tutoring fee for the next term."

"If she wants to continue learning, let her father pay."

Since she never appreciated my efforts and instead saw me as an enemy, then so be it.

In this life, I give her freedom.