Chapter 2The Ex-Change

Everything else doesn't matter.

This sentence was like a thunderclap, exploding in my ear.

It turned out that to Mom, I was just something that didn't matter.

I glanced at the line of bold red small print at the bottom of the poster: If the transaction is successful, the legal relationship between both parties will also be dissolved.

Mom seemed not to have seen it or maybe didn't care. She immediately signed the agreement, glaring at me to urge me to hurry up.

My heart was sour. I finally realized that the motherly love I bitterly craved might never be obtained from Mom.

Then the disappearance of this love might be the best arrangement.

I didn't hesitate anymore and signed the agreement too.

Following the staff into the house, I realized this was really a studio, and I could see real-time bullet comments.

Mom and I were taken to machines on both sides of the stage respectively.

A voice sounded on the scene.

"We will extract memories and judge whether this transaction is worth it through real-time voting."

Mom didn't expect it to be so cumbersome, with live voting, and hesitated again. But Justin was very happy, shouting at Mom.

"Mom, great! There are so many people online! You must perform well. Maybe we can become internet celebrities and never worry about food and drink by livestreaming sales in the future!"

Mom, who was originally hesitant, suddenly beamed with joy.

The live bullet comments also started to scroll.

"Did I see it right? Exchange daughter's love for an ice cream? Is this a joke?"

"Who knows if there's something wrong with this daughter? What mother doesn't love her children? Maybe the mother was driven to the limit to make the transaction."

"Looks like a family that values sons over daughters at first glance."

"I think so too. Who doesn't have money for an ice cream? The mother must have her own difficulties."

Opinions in the comments varied, and the votes were split half and half.

Mom and I also learned the rules of memory extraction from the machine. Everyone can choose memory fragments to promote or prevent the transaction.

Seeing that the votes were not enough, Justin drooped his eyebrows. Mom hurriedly entered a time to extract a memory.

The big screen also began to play the first fragment.

Little me was crying endlessly, and in front of me was an overturned table of food, a mess at a glance.

"Told you to be sensible. Now great, no one can eat."

"Girls are just trouble. All day long only thinking about yourself. Now everyone can't eat and you're still crying!"

"How many times has this been? Every time we eat, there's no peace. How can there be such an insensible child like you?"

The voices came from Mom, Dad, and Grandma respectively.

From the perspective of the memory owner, I saw several adults frowning and surrounding me.

And little me, hearing these harsh criticisms, dared not cry anymore, only silently lowering my head and pouting without saying a word.

In the background sound, there was also my brother's childish crying, getting louder and louder.

The video ended here, and the comments started to get active.

"I said she was trouble since childhood. No wonder a mother would rather exchange for an ice cream."

"I think so too. This daughter's love might not even be worth an ice cream."

"It's normal for such a young age not to be sensible, right?"

"Not necessarily. From the video, flipping the table happened more than once. Maybe she's born with XYY syndrome!"

At this time, the real-time voting also tilted appropriately towards Mom, with 55% of people in favor of the transaction.

Justin was extremely happy and winked at Mom, signaling her to pursue the victory.