mother hate son

*after the periodical test mark your little brother runs up to mary/mother*mark: mommy mommy! i got 100! in my test! mary:*proud*oh my precious precious! son you're the best you're the best son i could ever ask tarcisius/you:*you walk inside*h-hey mom... i got my test*you hand your test paper your mother looks at it and your mother notice you were 99 over 100* mary: 99 only?! why can't you be like your little brother?! he has with high honors!!*you continue*