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Mahjong | 100-Words Daily
This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for my whole life. Countless hours spent watching mother play with all her girlfriends and now it was my turn. I would make her proud.
My finger twitched, as it always did whenever I was about to make a mistake. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this wasn’t my time. I could feel mother’s eyes rolling waiting for me to complete my turn.
I could hear the other women, my mother’s dearest and ruthless friends, snigger to each other. Knowing they’ve won.
Then I slammed my tile on the table.