My Rage Is Mom's Anti‑Aging Secret

Summary

I have just fallen asleep after working around the clock, but my mom insists on dragging me to the supermarket first thing in the morning.

Having mistaken us for sisters, the cashier compliments Mom for her youth and looks.

But after Mom explains to her smilingly that we're mother and daughter, the cashier's eyes go wide in disbelief. With mixed feelings, she says, "You… You look more like the daughter, though…"

That remark leaves me shell-shocked for a moment. Then, I turn around to stare at my and Mom's faces in the mirror.