Having twins is already remarkable, but in an era where family planning limits most families to one child, hers had two, and not just any two—they were identical and incredibly beautiful. If they were also smart, that would make life perfect.
She kissed the picture frame.
"Mommy has to work now, you two need to be good, understand?"
Of course, she wasn't worried about the kids at home; even when she was there, it was never her turn to take care of them. When she left for work, her father probably clapped his hands with joy, relieved that no one would compete with him for the children's attention.
But had they forgotten that she was their real mother, the one who went through the hard labor of bringing them into this world? She was the true hero, wasn't she? Yet now, she, the hero, began to feel discarded.