The Night I Flipped the Dinner Table and Shattered My Family

Although I was the second child in the family, my mother loved me the most.

When Dad bought my sister a new dress, she stayed up late knitting a sweater for me.

When Grandma took my younger brother out for burgers, she baked me a homemade sponge cake.

Until the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Dad placed the big chicken drumstick onto my sister’s plate.

Grandma immediately stuffed the other one into my brother’s.

My mother hurriedly picked the chicken wing from her plate and placed it onto mine, smiling as she said, “I saved this especially for you.”

The relatives laughed and teased, “Your family really has a clear division of love. Everyone spoils a different child. What a loving family.”

The next second, I suddenly flipped the table.

Under everyone’s stunned gaze, I grabbed that chicken wing and shoved it straight into my mother’s mouth.

The moment I flipped the table, the cheerful laughter in the room died instantly.

Plates and bowls crashed onto the floor, soup and grease splattering everywhere.

Everyone—my dad, grandma, sister, brother, and a whole table of relatives—stared at me in shock.

My mother was the first to react.

She spat the chicken wing out, gagging as she repeatedly spit and wiped her mouth hard with the back of her hand, as if she had just swallowed poison.

Standing in the middle of the mess, I watched her reaction and suddenly felt like laughing.

So, she knew it was dirty after all.

“Emily Carter! Have you lost your mind?!”

My dad slammed the table and roared. “What the hell are you doing on New Year’s Eve? You have no respect at all!”

His face was flushed red, his finger almost poking my nose.

“Emily, you’ve gone too far.”

My sister, Olivia Carter, set down her fork, her brows tightly knit, her voice full of disdain.

“This was supposed to be a nice holiday dinner. Look at the mess you’ve made. Isn’t Mom already good enough to you?”

“Exactly, Emily. What’s gotten into you?”

My aunt, Linda, hurried over and patted my mother on the back while glaring at me with accusation in her eyes.

“Apologize to your mother right now! Look how frightened she is. Out of everyone in this family, your mother loves you the most. How could you hurt her like this?”

“This child is getting more and more unreasonable as she grows up. Your mother has had such a hard life…”

My other aunt, Carol, shook her head in agreement, staring at the mess on the floor with a pained expression.

Listening to their words, I kept my eyes fixed on my mother, my calm voice cutting through the noise.

“Loves me?”

I bent down, picked up the chicken wing, and held it as I walked toward my mother, almost pressing it against her face.

“Mom, the chicken wing you gave me—this is the one that just fell on the floor, right? Right beside your chair.”

My mother froze. Her body stiffened suddenly, too guilty to meet my eyes.

“What nonsense are you talking about!”

“I saw it with my own eyes.”

I spoke each word slowly. My voice wasn’t loud, yet the entire room fell silent again.

“You bent down, picked it up from the floor, put it onto your own plate, and after Grandma gave the drumstick to my brother, you passed it to me.”

“Don’t talk nonsense! How could I possibly…” Mom snapped back in a shrill voice.

“Oh, come on. What’s wrong with picking it up if it fell?” Linda immediately tried to smooth things over.

“A little dirt won’t hurt anyone. Emily, you’re being too fussy. Your mom just didn’t want to waste food…”

“Exactly, exactly. It’s such a small thing. Why make such a big scene out of it…” someone else chimed in.

At that moment, my six-year-old brother, who had been hiding behind my mother the whole time, slowly peeked his head out.

He looked at my mother, then at the chicken wing in my hand, and said in an innocent voice.