Chapter 2My Mother, the Queen of Simps

When I started kindergarten.

Dad finally relaxed a bit.

At least he could focus on work during the day.

But I gradually revealed the simp genes inherited from my mom.

Coming home from school every day crying to Dad: "Why does Timmy like the class beauty and not me?"

"I even did a backflip for him."

"I did his homework, got him water, bought him snacks, almost went to the bathroom for him! He still doesn't like me! He only knows how to chase the class beauty!"

"Dad, can you arrange an arranged marriage for us?"

"Forget it, I'm afraid like you, even after having a kid, he won't look at me once."

"Boohoo, what if the person I like doesn't like me? I'm so pitiful, I'm like a clown."

Dad: "..."

Even someone looking for trouble couldn't say such things.

Although it poked Dad's sore spot.

He still patiently explained to me:

"Liking someone is everyone's right."

"You can't force love."

"Learn to respect others' choices."

"Loving yourself is the most important thing."

I pretended to understand, nodding obediently.

The next day, I switched to simping for someone else.

I feel terrible if I don't simp for a day.

And I see Dad educating me so logically.

Actually, he is a huge simp too.

On the surface, he pretends not to care that Mom doesn't love him.

In reality, he hides under the covers every night and cries secretly.

Headphones looping "She Doesn't Love Me."

Phone and computer albums full of Mom's photos.

The safe is full of love letters he dare not send.

From kindergarten to now, over 3000 letters.

Mom got tired of chasing the male lead and finally came home once.

Dad skipped work.

Sped home at 110 mph to cook for Mom.

Usually, he sends WeChat messages to greet her:

"Today's temperature dropped 1 degree compared to yesterday, remember to wear an extra layer."

"Coming home for dinner today, wifey?"

"Tired of chasing Jason, right? Why not invite him home for dinner together."

"..."

"Actually, I can sleep in the guest room, you two can share a bed."

So humble.

Mom never replied to a single message.

Dad takes it in stride:

"I checked, your mom's zodiac sign just hates replying to messages."

Me: "..."

When it comes to simping.

Dad is still superior.