Chapter 1 Mom had three daughters , but she'd tell anyone who'd listen : " My oldest never listens to a word I say , and my youngest has her head in the clouds . Then she'd point to me with that emning little smile . " Only Rebecca - my middle girl - she's my favorite daughter " I believed every word . So every time , I'd be the first to rush to do the dishes before anyone asked . I'd even transfer all my $ 2000 salary to Mom's account every month . Later , one night , Mom suddenly showed up at my place , face all puffy from crying , claiming my old sister Emma had thrown her out . Of course I let her stay . But I didn't expect that she would live there for 30 years . And there I was , pushing 60 , still busting my ass taking care of my bedridden 80 years old mother. However , what surprised me even more was that - just as I got seriously sick , Mom wouldn't sign the consent forms for my treatment , and even asking someone pulled my oxygen tube while I was out cold . After I died , Mom split up her stuff - leaving her $ 150,000 savings and MY HOUSE to my little sister Lily . Holding both my little sisters ' hands , tears in her eyes , she whispered , " In fact , you and Emma were always my favorites . " " If Emma hadn't died , I wouldn't have been stuck with that disappointment Rebecca all these years . You girls could've had so much more . " " Also , do you really think that Rebecca's husband and daughter died accidentally ? That was all done by Mom for you two . " The truth hit me like a truck . My soul practically exploded with rage . I wanted nothing more than to choke the life out of the woman I'd wasted my life to love . Then I opened my eyes . I was back to that night - the night Mom first showed up at my door with her bags and bullshit . I was shaking so damn hard with rage I could feel it in my bones . Before I could even open my eyes , I heard the front door creak open , then my husband's voice : " Mom ? What the hell are you doing here at midnight ? " Still in shock , I felt a tiny hand shaking my arm . " Mommy , who's here ? Is it Grandma ? " I turned and saw my daughter's sleepy little face . Still five years old with those chunky cheeks I used to kiss a hundred times a day , rubbing her eyes and talking in that baby voice that hit me right in the gut . My daughter was alive . My husband wasn't dead . Which meant Emma wasn't dead either . My throat got all tight as I grabbed my kid and squeezed her like I'd never let go again . Before I could answer her , more footsteps hit the living room floor . This was IT - the exact night my mother showed up and screwed us all over . I of my kid and bolted . I didn't even grab my slippers - just ran barefoot down the hall . The second Mom spotted me , the fake crying started . co Burned It All Down ! 16.8 % Rebecca , your poor mother ! I gave birth to three girls , and you're the only one worth a damn . She did that pathetic little sniff . " I busted my ass helping Emma with her kids for years , and now she's done with me , she and that husband of her treat me like I'm garbage . " " And Lily ? Please . Your sister's still single , so of course she doesn't get what parents sacrifice . " The whole time she's talking , she's dabbing at fake tears , dumping her bags all over my coffee table , and planting her ass on my couch like she owns the place . Looking at her face - that face I'd spent thirty years kissing ass for- forever . But I couldn't . Because I'd gotten a do - over . I was back to the day before everything went to hell . And this time ? I wasn't playing by her rules . alled was to grab her by the throat and squeeze until those lies stopped