7. Over the thorns
On the thorns.
Unique: Love has millions of expressions
When I was six years old, I fell in hot water and burned my face, so my parents learned that I never let my sister do the housework, and that she was so beautiful and cute that I was so ugly.
At the age of 10, when they were burned, they were taken seriously, and then they learned their lesson, and their sister coughed and took care of them overnight.
I’m like the wrong one. I’m on the wrong side of the road.
I’m ugly, silent, stupid, unseemly; my sister is pretty, sweet, smart and loved by everyone.
When I was diagnosed with depression, I had the courage to talk to them, and my mother called me sick, and said I’d die if I could.
It was only when my sister pushed me down the stairs that they discovered that the sister was not the blood of either of them.
I’m actually their only daughter.
One.
Dad was found cheating and two people were divorced and in court.
Two children, the judge let them raise one.
Mom and Dad didn’t hesitate to choose their sister.
The judge was in a bit of a hurry to let his sister choose one side.
My sister Sosoo was wearing a little fragrance princess dress, surrounded by Mom and Dad to the left.
Dad promised her, “Soft, choose Daddy, Daddy will give you a better life. Haven’t you always wanted a new tablet? Dad’ll change it for you tomorrow. I’m sorry.
Mom noticed her sister’s cold, took her scarf off and wrapped her face in love. “Soft, it’s best to be with your mother. What are you going to do with your dad? I’m sorry.
So they got in a fight.
I’m in the corner with no one to look at, and I’m embarrassed for no reason. It’s cold. White uniforms are so thin, cold winds are moving in.
When a crowd of people argued, “No one will take care of your eldest daughter.” I’m sorry.
The scene came to an abrupt halt and the strange quiet came down.
The two people who were looking away and were embarrassed to answer said no, after all, they kept their own bowls of water flat, but didn’t want to actually take my plate.
I’m embarrassed to look up.
Trying not to show ugly scars.
My sister gave me the choice of the one who was in trouble and must be offended, as she threw away the hot potato. I’m sorry.
“Who do you want to live with? I’m sorry.
Mom and Dad look at me so nervous I’m afraid of being chosen.
I couldn’t get into the silence, leaning on my head, for a long time, whispering:
“I choose…”
“Can I go to the orphanage? I’m sorry.
I whispered.
Two.
I can’t choose who my parents are, but I want to choose not to.
I’d rather be an orphan.
It’s better to live like a trial.
When I was 1 year old, Mom and Dad were busy starting a business, sending me back to my grandmother’s house, and then four years later, my sister learned to talk and took me back.
Separation from parents in early childhood will also make it difficult to learn to establish intimacy in the future, as if it were born as an apathy. Parents always think that I don’t kiss them, so the second child begins to read and write, and the next child grows up to take care of his sister and harvests a little girl who is alive and sticky.
When I was 6 years old, my mother was so busy feeding my sister that I was forced to pour hot water to them. I was short, I stepped on a little stool to get to the hot pot, I fell, and the hot water burned a big, ugly scar on my face, and I lost my face at a young age.
They learned the lesson that they never let their sisters do any household work, that their sisters grew up without the sun and the water, that they had not fallen on their own, that they were beautiful and cute, and that they were flaunting their little daughters when they met.
People are asking me about my eldest daughter, and they’re frowning their heads and remembering the stains of life, and I’m acting like I’m ugly, and I’m joking, and I say, “Haha-ha-su-soon’s face is so scary that she doesn’t bother you.” I’m sorry.
No one thought of me before I was six years old as a more beautiful and extreme girl.
When I was 10 years old, I washed the dishes, washed the clothes, the water was too cold and cold, the fever started at night, crying and crying, and my mom and dad woke up, and I didn’t take it seriously, and I went back to bed with some of the antics.
I didn’t think I’d burned one night, and the next day they realized I was serious and it was too late, and the doctor said I burned my brain and could be stupid.
Mom and Dad were very sorry and experienced, and every time their sister coughed, they were so nervous that they even sent to the hospital at night to check for peace, and they stayed in bed while they were sick.
Too bad I haven’t had a fever since, and I’ve never felt that way.
When I was in junior high, I couldn’t keep up with my studies, my grades were low, and the teacher advised them to hire a tutor or give me time to guide me.
But at that time, their business was on the rise, they didn’t have the money to get me a tutor, they didn’t have the time to do my homework, and they thought that good people could do well, even if they didn’t have the outside.
My grades are worse than mine, and I’ll be in the worst high school by accident.
They felt that they had no light on their faces and finally realized that the children would not be good by themselves, and they put all their hopes on their sisters. Their business had just begun to flourish, and they had the free money to hire great tutors for their sister, who was given time to supervise her studies every day.
My sister took the best high school in the city.
They were so happy to have a few tables at a five-star hotel to celebrate, they didn’t tell me.
I was staying at school, and I was studying hard to keep up with my studies. I’ve always spent more effort than others to achieve the same results.
My cousin at the same school saw me buying buns for dinner, thought my parents weren’t ready to pick me up, so she took me there.
So I was carrying two buns, and I was lost and taken to the hotel, and I came in, and I saw my parents in the crowd proudly introducing my sister.
Seeing me, Mom and Dad didn’t know how to pull my face off, I was looking at them with a cold bag in a cheap plastic bag, and I suddenly felt helpless.
Then I learned that they deliberately didn’t tell me about the past, that they were ashamed to know that they had an ugly, stupid daughter.
They forgot that I was number one in the school until my brain burned.
When I was in high school, my teeth were getting thicker and my relatives told me to take me to the dentist, and they finally took me to the dentist.
The dentist said it was bone-bone, natural, genetic, and needed to do a positive surgery as soon as possible. In view of the fact that I’ve just gone up three years and that my school is busy, Mom and Dad say that I’ve saved my own money for surgery.
At the same time, the lesson was that the sister had her teeth corrected early, she had a cornea plastic on her near-sighted eyes, and she had a spot on her face, and a mole had taken her to the laser in time.
Everyone in the back knew her wrongly thought she was a natural little beauty and envied that she had no pox.
Now I’m 18, sister 16; I’m a senior, she’s a senior.
I’m ugly, silent, stupid, unseemly; my sister is pretty, sweet, smart and loved by everyone.
I’m like the wrong one. I’m on the wrong side of the road.
3
I have a father and a mother, and I’m almost 18 years old, and I can’t go to the orphanage, and my grandmother loves me, and says, “You don’t want the moon, my wife wants it, and don’t regret having a wife to ask for it.” I’m sorry.
Grandma doesn’t know any legal procedures. She only knows how her granddaughter hurts. She pulls me away from the scene, doesn’t care about the faces of the people behind her.
I was brought by my grandmother when I was a child and lived in Grandma’s old house, in poor conditions, but without reason.
I stayed in school for two or three weeks and came home once in a month and half, near the Kocau, and it rained, and I went to the bus station with an umbrella and was blocked.
My mother saw me in a bad mood: “Sou Sun Moon, it’s raining, your sister is at school across the street, she doesn’t have an umbrella, you sister doesn’t know to send her an umbrella? I’m sorry.
My father parked in front of the school, and my mother was sitting in a side-drive seat, apparently without an umbrella, and the car couldn’t get in, waiting for Sosoft to come by himself, but no umbrella.
She asked me to send my umbrella to Sosoft.
I didn’t ask them why they had to pick up the children together, but they turned their heads and refused: “But I have only one umbrella. I’m sorry.
The umbrella’s gone to Sosser. What do I do? I don’t have a car.
My mom got even more angry and got out of the car and hit me in the back of the head in front of my teacher. She kept asking me:
“Isn’t it just an umbrella? You’re a big sister. What’s wrong with you? Your sister gets a cold in the rain and you’re happy, right? I’m sorry.
People from all over look at me and crush my pride.
I kept my head down for a long time, and I refused, “But I have rained and I will catch cold.” I’m sorry.
She felt that she had been turned against and that her parents’ authority had been provoked, and she hit me in anger, reaching out to my umbrella, and whispering, “I really had a white-eyed wolf.” I’m sorry.
She wanted to pick up my sister with her umbrella.
And We lifted up the curtains and looked at her, and suddenly took the umbrella back, and threw it on the ground, and We took it down with cold eyes and covered it with school bags.
So, one step at a time and one step at a time in the rain, she was allowed to yell and never look back.
The cold rain hit me in the face, and then I got wet, and I went to the bus station, and people looked at me strangely, and I got in the car, and people were far away from me, afraid of water.
A girl as big as Sosoft handed me a pack of paper towels: “Sister, rub the rain, it’s cold. I’m sorry.
It’s like opening some kind of valve, there’s a lot of concern about me, and there’s a warm baby in my hand.
My face was cold, my face was cold, my eyes were sore, I covered it with a few tears.
“Thank you very much.” I’m sorry.
It’s ironic that biological parents are no match for strangers.
4
The next day, Susan brought his mom and dad across the street to see me at the school.
My mom was tough, “Hoon Moon, Mom was so anxious yesterday, don’t worry. I’m sorry.
Apologize is like an order.
Sosoft grabbed my hand, “Sister, my mom apologized, so why don’t you go home and stay? I’m sorry.
The enthusiasm is a little off-the-shelf.
“What?” I said.
That’s how the three of them reacted and now they’re trying to explain it to me. When two people were divorced that day, and Sussou cried until the end, she started to cry, and given her high school age, the divorce could affect her studies and the divorce was put on hold.
It’s better for the family to be happy without me. No one remembers to tell me.
And no one’s gonna be so senior because of me, considering what divorces do to me.
I look at this family three, and it’s cold, “I’m sorry, I’ve been thinking about it. I’m sorry.
I took them away.
My father was roaring behind me: “Soon Moon, you really are a disgrace!” It’s better without you. Look at it! I’m sorry.
And We did not know, but the people of the near kin spoke against each other, and their hearts were in pain, but remained unhesitating from them.
I thought I’d be able to look away, but I didn’t have to look for them for a few days.
Grandma’s got a basic disease. It’s getting cold.
I’m on my own. I don’t have time for money. Back at the door of the house for almost a month, I heard a laugh coming out of it.
Through the door stitches, I saw the warm house set up with an extraordinary festivities, a group of people singing her birthday song around Sosoft. She was wearing a birthday hat and smiling like a little princess.
I’ve been standing in the cold for a long time.
5
I’ve been busy looking after Grandma these days, and I forgot it was Sosoft’s birthday.
My birthday was more than half a month earlier than my sister’s, and in previous years my birthday had been held up with her.
Nobody remembers my birthday this year, just shortly after they were getting divorced, when I was a few days away from 18 years old, so I had to choose someone to raise.
I was in school on my birthday, and after school Grandma sent me a couple of boiled eggs, only for one 18th birthday in my life.
I’m not very enthusiastic about my birthday, and I’m forced to have birthday cakes with my sister every year, and I don’t feel happy, and I just feel so tired of cream.
Most impressively, when I was in primary school, it was my birthday with my sister, and Dad’s friend sent a box of expensive imported chocolates, which was very nicely packed.
Mom said, “Sister is still young, you have to leave her alone. I’m sorry.
Then I gave her the whole box of chocolate, and I didn’t get any birthday gifts.
I’m envious, eager and afraid to say, I know it’s useless to say it, and I’m just being told by my parents.
So I saved a lot of money and I went to the store and bought one. Just one, bought and left.
She happened to be seen by her sister, who cried and complained to her parents that I had stolen her chocolate.
And I thought that I would not be mistaken when I had explained it clearly. We said, “This was from me, not from your box.” I’m sorry.
Mom slaps me indiscriminately, “What good can she be when she’s so young?” Are you the one who stole your sister? I’m sorry.
I have learned to treat anyone, anything, with a slap on my face, at a very young age. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll take you to the store.” I’m sorry.
I took them to the candy store, and the clerk was very impressed because I traded a very expensive sugar in a pile of scrap notes, and she asked me why I didn’t bring Mom and Dad.
The clerk testified to me, and two people finally realized that they were wrong about me, and they couldn’t stop to apologize, pushed me to leave, blame me, “Go!” I’ve lost my face to you. It’s a small family. I’m sorry.
Kids don’t bend around so much.
Kids don’t know how to be ashamed. They only know what others have, but I don’t.
If I don’t, save your own money.
Why would you blame yourself?
And then I ate the chocolate, and then it melted. I imagined it was sweet.
One entrance…
But bitter.
Six.
Chocolate is bitter, cream is sweet, bitter, sweet.
I never looked forward to my birthday, nor told anyone about that day, deliberately forgetting it, because telling others about my birthday and no one celebrating it and no one congratulating me on my happy birthday would make me look like a fool.
I waited in front of the door, trying to get in there, and I heard that Sosofe and Mama were complaining, “Mom, why didn’t you send your sister back? I’m sorry.
She said, “Sister is not here, no one has helped me with my cooking, no room, no food you have made too bad, no cleaning, no cleaning. I’m sorry.
I’m staying.
Turns out that day, they were so enthusiastic, they were just trying to put me back as a nanny.
I kicked the door open and interrupted them.
No shit, just say to Dad, “Grandma’s sick and you want her to go to hospital. I’m sorry.
Sussy was embarrassed to hear what I had just said, but he was embarrassed for a little while. I’m sorry.
There is nothing to worry about about the old man ‘ s illness, but about her own.
It is a habit to be selfish and self-centred.
I threw her hand away and I said, “Dad, your mother is sick and she’s in the hospital, so you take her. I’m sorry.
I’m a grown-up, they’re nominally no longer responsible for me, and I don’t use their guardianship, and I’m not going back to serve this family.
I will say nothing, I will not say anything, I will not answer, and I will remain silent throughout. Until Dad took Grandma to the hospital and none of them wanted to stay with me, I took a leave of absence and stayed in front of Grandma’s bed.
They always called me a white-eyed wolf, but they were the one with no conscience.
7
I took classes during the day, made time to spend the night at the hospital with my grandmother, brushed on the hospital’s narrow stool, and in a few days I lost a lot of weight.
The nurse saw it and lent me her lipstick: “Sister, put some lipstick on your lips. You’re skinned. I’m sorry.
I thank you for the nice lipstick, the colored lipstick, and I look much better. Grandma was happy to see me up in the room, but she told me the usual: “The most important thing for you now is to learn and rest, not to keep Grandma company. I’m sorry.
“Good. I promised.
No one looks after the old man, but I’ll stay.
The two men came over so many times that they were not happy after having paid for the hospital, and my mother saw me, and she threw my money on my head and pulled me out of my mouth, and sarcasticly slit people’s ears, regardless of the eyes of the people around them.
“Su Sun Moon, your father and I are so tired of your milk and your sister are so upset that you can’t eat. I’m sorry.
She razed the skin of my lips and shed blood on her hand, and she pushed me away.
“You’re a girl’s family, you don’t learn so well. Don’t you want to read? I’m sorry.
“You don’t want to read it, you’re 18 years old. Your father and I have no obligation to raise you and make money! Why can’t someone else’s daughter buy a car for his parents? I’m sorry.
I ran into a cold wall behind my back, bleeding my lips, a stingy sack of stings and a heart pain, but the pain was blunt and sticky.
I looked up at her, and my eyes were sour, but I couldn’t cry.
I bowed my head and laughed, “I’m in bad luck with parents like you.” I’m sorry.
Smiling, a tear fell on the floor and nobody saw it.
8
How could a mother, with the most vicious and dirty thoughts, conjecture her own daughter and insult her personality in public?
When the child is 18 years old, he doesn’t want to spend another penny, and he starts to fantasise that he’s being treated like he’ll suddenly turn into a rich man to collect money.
The water was poured and searched, but the child was accused of not growing into a tree.
I looked at her in silence.
Several health-care staff heard the noise, pulled my mother up and persuaded them to leave.
The nurse and sister knew the consequences, took out a disinfectant towel to wipe the blood out of my mouth, and looked at me in silence, with a heartache, and apologized to me:
“I’m sorry, little sister. I didn’t think your mother would get you wrong. It’s my fault.
I shake my head gently.
“Do not blame you. “It’s not your fault, it’s not my fault, it’s their fault. It is they whose hearts are wicked and whose morals are corrupt, and who set themselves up against themselves. I’m sorry.
The nurse’s sister spent a long time telling me, “Sister, there’s something wrong with you, thinness, anorexia, insomnia, possibly mental illness.” We have the best psychiatrist in the hospital. I’m sorry.
She handed me a card.
I put it in my hand. “Thank you, sister. I’m sorry.
I’ve been advised to go to the next building for a weekend off, and I’ve done a lot of tests, and I’ve been diagnosed with severe depression.
I crouched in the walls with the reports, and suddenly I was overwhelmed.
Depression. It’s expensive, isn’t it?
9
I can’t bear a normal psychological consultation that costs hundreds of dollars an hour. I didn’t tell Grandma about this.
Well, there’s some free counseling at school, and I went to the school doctor, who showed me the reason with gentle and patient guidance.
There’s nothing to find but a pair of bad parents and a sister of vested interests.
There are many mental illnesses, which are home-grown.
The doctor encouraged me to talk more to my parents, and I hesitated for a long time and finally went back, trying to try and show them the report, trying to communicate with them and talking to them.
When I was a childish child, when I was in the middle of the night, I was crying, dreaming I’d die.
Of course, it’s just fantasy. Life is precious.
I’m sick. How will they react this time? Do you regret it? Will you look after me like a sick sister?
It’s like my soul is split in half, half is an 18-year-old Susu Moon, indifferent and sarcasm, with no expectations for anyone, and half is a few years old Su Sun Moon, and the luxury of being valued.
Maybe when I’m 80, deep down there’s still a poor kid who can’t get sugar in love.
Mom and Dad couldn’t wait to read the report, and they were falling. On the table, the voice asked me:
“Why would a good person have such a disease? I’m sorry.
I said, “Doctors have found out that the cause is the parents’ partial sister. I’m sorry.
“Are you blaming us?” I’m sorry.
Then she began to count the hard work she had in raising her children and what she had done to me, and she said, “Your sister has everything you have, your sister’s birthday, and you have it, and your sister has it, and you can follow it, and what is your problem?” I’m sorry.
My dad said, “Look at the hundred miles, which one is as flat as ours?” You’re the one who can’t compete with your sister. I’m sorry.
10
It’s ridiculous. They’re always impartial.
When are they going to admit their bias?
I was numb to remember the trivial details:
“I’ve been doing all kinds of housework since I was a kid and my sister never had to do it. I’m sorry.
“When I was a kid, my hair grew, and I cut it all out, because you couldn’t bear to tie my hair, and my sister grew up with a pretty long hair, and she was made up with a little braid. I’m sorry.
“When I come home at noon, I can only dig up some leftovers from the pot, and when my sister returns, she will have a hot meal waiting for her. I’m sorry.
“I made a mistake, you scolded me, and my sister made a mistake, saying I didn’t take care of her. I’m sorry.
When I think of an old thing, my numb heart is stabbed, and my limbs are sore, it’s as if it’s sharp and sharp and it’s tormenting my nerves.
I looked at them, “When I was a kid, you took me out with your sister and you bought a baby-sit, and the package contained only one child, and it cost more. I’m sorry.
“You left me in front of the restaurant to save some money and took your sister in for dinner. One of my children waited alone at the door, people came and almost got kidnapped. I’m sorry.
“That’s not even partial. What’s partial? I don’t understand why parents can be so mean. I’m sorry.
And I am glad that I have a grandmother who is purified, so that I will not grow up without love, and become a man of great strength, not so that they may look after me, but be foolish.
After all, it’s hard for them to be silent, and it’s probably just that they can’t rebut me any more and brag at themselves.
Half an hour, my dad’s angry.
His face was red and he cried at me, “I am blind and I have raised you a self-serving, self-serving white-eyed wolf!” I’m sorry.
My mom laughed, “Your sister’s younger. What’s wrong with you being a sister?” I’m sorry.
“I’m so narrow, I’m so sick, people think we’re hurting you? Don’t make a fool of yourself in here! I’m sorry.
Eleven.
I can’t believe I’m looking at them, my mother, my biological mother, yelling at me to die.
I don’t understand…
I really don’t understand why parents are so mean.
The biggest lie this society has taught me is the love of the father, the love of the mother.
Children are born in love with their parents, but some parents are selfish, calculated, repressed and unfriendly.
I went back to the hospital, and I felt worse, and it was like something was bothering me, and I was smiling, and I went to see Grandma, trying to make things up with her.
Grandma was lying on the bed, surrounded by people, and the doctor told me that she was in a state of emergency and needed help and that my parents had been notified.
I’ve got a slid bucket and spilled it.
For a moment, I smiled away, I apologized, cleaned the floor, sat on the bench and never looked at Grandma again.
When the two men arrived, the doctors asked them to sign and pay for the operation, which was not very successful and took a long time.
I waited in the corner for a long time, and the courage to wait for the results went away. I heard that two people over there were a little impatient to wait and talk and talk about me.
My mother said, “I told you that Susan Moon might have been wrong and had softened her hair for identification, and the result would be today. I’m sorry.
My dad said yes. We don’t have a neurotic gene. I’m sorry.
I was caught in the corner by a giant plant, and they didn’t notice me, and they fell upon me with impunity.
I’m sorry. I mean, it’s just depression, not psychosis.
I’m worried. I have a feeling Grandma might not make it.
I want to cry, but tears are in my eyes.
It’s getting worse and worse.
12
I wish I wasn’t their own, even sneaking up on a paternity test, and I am, unfortunately, their own daughter.
I don’t want to stay here, go away.
Walking, he stood on the roof of a building.
I was standing in the cold wind of the sunset, watching the sun fall, and my head was messed up, and then I thought of my own mother saying I was capable of dying, and then of my grandmother, who was alive and dead.
The world is so unfair, evil people always reap happiness and good people always face misery.
Don’t jump, little girl! Don’t jump!
A passionate man found me, came running in a panic, stretched out and tried to stop me.
I had a moment to say I was just trying to blow my brains out.
The building is tall and not tall, and if I don’t want to jump, I’ll find something a little more remote, a little higher, and no more trouble.
The poor uncle told me: “What is wrong with you, little girl, that you can’t cross your past at your age? Or bad grades?”
He tried to persuade me, “When I was unhappy, think of your family, your parents…”
“Stop it. I interrupted him.
“I don’t want to hear this. I just want to see the open view. “I’m sipping.
I don’t know what kind of man came to me, and she came in a hurry to see me standing in danger, crying. I’m sorry.
I looked at her and said nothing.
With a little bit of clarity in mind, the feeling of suffering has gradually receded, and the eyes have been firm, and the light has been bright and the sun has swung.
I’m not going to die for it.
They won’t be sad if I die, only those who really care for me.
Why do I have to hurt myself for the wrongs of a bunch of rotten people? I should have lived longer than any of them, better than them, and away from those who depress me.
I don’t want to let this farce continue, and I want to leave, and Sossy thinks he’s trying to convince me: “Sister, Grandma’s surgery has been done, and it’s been a success. I’m sorry.
She walked over and raised her cell phone to show me that there was indeed a short message that the operation had been successful.
Then, at the bottom, my mother sent out a paternity certificate, saying, “Sou Sun-moon is not our daughter, for reasons unknown, it’s no wonder he was so big as a white-eyed wolf. @Soft, baby, Mommy’s a good girl ever since. I’m sorry.
Then remove me from the group.
I guess I’ve been deleted.
I don’t think Sosoo’s looking at any of the heavy news. I’m sorry.
She cried and tried to pull me away, and suddenly her hand pushed in the dark and I fell out.
One jump from the top floor.
13
Not dead.
Fortunately there’s a balcony in the middle of the floor, and unfortunately I hit a bad guy.
He was put under the ground, and he suffered most of the shock, and the boy was eventually brought into the ambulance, and I was covered in bandages.
I felt very guilty and followed him to the hospital, where I finally found an opportunity to apologize to him after being wrapped up in bed:
“I’m sorry, your medical expenses, I’ll find a way to pay for them. I’m sorry.
Qin’s fire was wrapped in a mummies, and he was all over the place, and he said, “Let’s get a hot water.” I’m sorry.
I fed him water, he ironed his eyes and laid down again, “Look, there’s a fight outside. I’m sorry.
He’s in the same hospital as my grandmother. It’s Grandma’s room. I haven’t been able to visit Grandma yet.
My sister came home in a hurry and told my parents that I jumped out of the building, and the two men, who didn’t care, yelled at me, “Let’s die.” I’m sorry.
Grandma heard that he was being followed by a cane while holding on to a patient who had just undergone surgery.
That’s what the nurse told me.
Soves just pushed me down the stairs.
If I hadn’t secretly made my own paternity test, I’d have thought I wasn’t the mother and father’s own daughter, but she didn’t have to come to me before they said they’d let Sosofe take a few of my hairs.
Perhaps she thought that her parents had taken a few of their hairs to deal with them, but she didn’t know they were born, and she knew that she was going to panic, that she was afraid to be found, and pretended to talk to me and pushed me down the stairs.
Young people have a bad heart.
The grandmother was tired, was held back to bed, the old lady was really mean, my dad had a swollen nose and a funny face, and my mom’s hair was broken.
It’s been a long time since they’ve had money.
But it’s just an appetizer.
14
I went back to get the paternity check and the security footage from my room.
Ever since I was a child, I’ve grown up, and I’ve saved a little money to put a watch in my room, just to prevent myself from being framed for nothing.
I didn’t think I’d come around my room the other day, and I wasn’t there, and I couldn’t wait, and I couldn’t wait, and I grabbed my hair.
I’ve seen this before, and I’ve confused her.
“What happened?” I’m sorry.
“Soft, what’s going on?” I’m sorry.
A few people in a mess.
“I’ve been raising children for over 10 years. I’m sorry.
He’s a little overexcited. My mom’s a little off. Ask him if he knows anything. So the two fought again.
In an argument, my dad shook a bomb.
I see.
Turns out Sosoo was the third-born kid my dad cheated on, and he was working with the third-sister to change my real sister and the third-sister because my family was better off.
But it may have been a karma, and she died in a car accident in a little while.
My dad always knew that Sosoft wasn’t my mother’s daughter, but whatever woman was born of his seed, he never lost.
My father and son identified him for a long time and thought he was wrong.
Who knows, the sample is from Sosoft, which means that Sosoft is not his daughter, but the child of the third and former husband.
My father had a baby for another man.
My mom has spoiled her daughter for over a decade.
And their only biological daughter I was raised into a rotten trial.
Just recently, they were also scolded for their severe depression.
Just now, Sosoft also told them:
“Susu Moon really jumped off the building. I’m sorry.
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My mother stayed a long time, digested the truth and cried, “My Honolulu!” I’m sorry.
She’s got a hateful eye on Sosoft, and she’s going up and ripping her hair, “My own daughter is dead, why are you standing here like a bitch?” I’m sorry.
“Dad, help me.” I’m sorry.
My dad didn’t spoil her, protect her, slap her in the face, slap her on the floor and kick her in the face, “It’s all your fault! How could this happen to you?” I’m sorry.
The two men, who had been playing with their hands and feet in the face of Sosoft soft fists, had been forced to tear their flesh and blood and had been pulled apart, continued to cry and shout.
Regardless of the identity of Sosun, it must be impossible to beat people, and the police soon came to take them away, and I finally left.
Look at this pair of middle-aged men and women.
Don’t cry, she’s not dead. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t know how much you cared about this daughter, how she was howling in here without knowing anything. I’m sorry.
Qin’s Qin Qin, with his crutches, came to see the excitement, leaned on the door and got sick, and managed to shut up.
They saw me surprised, and my mom was careful to say, “Hoon Moon, you’re fine. I’m sorry.
I went up to her mouth, where the soft was scratched by the skin, and I pressed it so hard that it ran out of blood, and I threw it on her clothes.
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
My mom doesn’t know why, half-touch, test nodding.
And I laughed, “When you called me dead, my whole body was sore, and my heart was sore. I’m sorry.
Just one word.
I look pale with my parents.
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They were taken away and detained for several days, and the fact that this is happening in my house is so dramatic that it is everywhere.
As a three-year-old daughter of the Queen’s nest, Sussou fell from school and fell down on the altar and became a three-year-old daughter who was despised by everyone.
My mother picked me up from school at the door of the school, put her hand in front of me and said, “Moon Moon, I’ve erased the little bitch and removed her from her community and returned her to her gambling father in a few days. Won’t you pass Mom’s application? I’m sorry.
She even made me a humble plea to pass through her friend’s application.
I had already blacked them out, and I looked at her and said, “Any trace of you in my social circle makes me sick. I’m sorry.
My mom was hit by a thunderbolt and she was usually stuck there.
My dad asked someone to buy a big box of expensive chocolates, something I didn’t have when I was a kid.
I threw it all over his face, and I looked at him from the looks to the whites.
I said, “I know that you want to make amends, but there are things that don’t taste like that after that, and my childhood won’t be bright because of them, and some mistakes will never be made up for you.” I’m sorry.
They will not give up their hearts, they will not let go of their debt, and they will insist on making amends for us.
The late love of the mother and father is just rotting garbage and making me sick.
The divorce that had been put on hold had been rescheduled, and two men had done everything to please me, hoping I would choose them.
It’s the same court, and this time, it’s me that’s the object of a two-person fight.
The judge asked me who I chose, and I said, “I don’t want it. I’m sorry.
I’m a grown-up and they can’t.
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When I left school in the rain, I saw two cars at the door, and my parents saw me rushing up to pick me up.
My dad said, “Moon Moon, it’s raining. Daddy’s taking you home. I’m sorry.
My mom said, “Moon Moon, Mama sends you.” I’m sorry.
I took a step back.
They’re not close to each other, and they’re worried about what they’re looking at, thinking about taking my umbrella to get Sosoft and regretting.
My mom’s hand with the umbrella is shaking like it’s heavy.
My teacher passed by and saw them wrinkled and stopped me from scolding: “As a parent, a bowl of water is flat, at least not to squeeze another child.” She can’t even be deprived of her right to be a child because she’s the boss. I’m sorry.
The teacher is behind schedule and doesn’t know what’s going on in our house. Last time, I tore my own umbrella rain and had a cold fever in class.
My parents were embarrassed to stand there.
“Sir, this time they came to give me an umbrella.” I’m sorry.
The teacher understood and left uneasy.
The people around were looking around, looking up and down at them, and standing in the eyes of the crowd.
It took me long enough to take my mother’s umbrella and hand it to a fellow student who had no umbrella and left without hesitation.
A car parked in front of me, and the Qin flame appeared in the backseat, beautiful eyes, and the eyebrows: “I’m sending you?” I’m sorry.
“Okay. I went on the Qin train, and left the two men in their place, and when I left, I looked at them in the dust, and there was a far away corner of Sosofa, jealous of the intoxication.
There’s nothing they can do about it. One time, my dad got on his knees.
I got to get behind Grandma.
Grandma took her new crutches and looked at his head and said, “Don’t regret it and ask for help from my wife.” I’m sorry.
My father stood up, and my mother stood by, and she said, “How can you forgive Mom?” I’m sorry.
I said, “Do you remember that I was severely depressed? Get away from you and I’ll get better. I’m sorry.
My dad was crumbling on the purple door, and my mom even cried, “Hoon Moon, Mom takes you to therapy, Mom will give you so much love. I’m sorry.
And when they felt most guilty, We said, “I do not want you; I only want money, and lots of it.” At least two houses. I’m sorry.
They struggled, yes.
I didn’t choose any of the parents. I chose the house.
One for Grandma.
One for cash, for medical treatment, orthodox, plastic surgery.
I don’t want to owe them anything, and then I’m blackmailed to ask for a pension.
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With that money, I went to a lawyer to collect evidence and prepare materials.
I can’t let go of the soft push me downstairs.
When she was hiding, the people standing next to her thought she was trying to persuade me, and I jumped. A remote surveillance camera faithfully recorded her fake movements.
And this day, when Sosoo stopped me when there was no one else, and he looked at me with hate, and he said, “Soon Moon, it’s all your fault. Without you, Mom and Dad wouldn’t have hated me, and I wouldn’t have fallen into the hands of that violent gambler. I’m sorry.
I’m laughing, “You really think that’s all yours? I’m sorry.
Being used to vested interests is not enough for a moment.
Then Susou choked, and laughed, and shouted, “Son, don’t hit me. I was wrong.” I’m sorry.
And a crowd of people came to her, and she turned her face so fast that she became so pathetic, crying, “Son, I know I’m sorry for you, but I was only a baby when I was transferred to your house, and I had no choice.” Why did you lead the school? I’m sorry.
First you show your innocence, then you put on my school bullie hat.
As soon as she reached out, the bruises beneath her showed up, it was true that there was whispering, and public opinion began to change, feeling innocent and evil.
She’s only 16 years old, and that’s how she counts. She’s the daughter of the third child.
I took out the phone in the exit pocket, and I put her words back on the table, and I looked at her and the people around, and I laughed.
“First, there’s no right to shout innocent girls, and your father beat you up, not me. I’m sorry.
“Second, you’re not innocent. You pushed me downstairs. Forget it already? I’m sorry.
Heavy bomb. The crowd was raging.
It happened that the police came and took Sosoft away in front of everyone.
Sosoft couldn’t believe it.
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In an attempt on his part, Sosofa was imprisoned and expelled from her school.
My father and mother lost a lot of partners because of their family ties, and their divorces affected the financial chain, and the business started to get worse and went bankrupt.
Two people who were trying to hide from the debt, didn’t have so much time to bother me.
And I went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
It’s okay to be fresh and fresh at the university, but it’s not too bad to be stupid.
One step at a time, trying to get up, moving further.
My parents lived like rats in a gutter, paid off their debts, and started to fear that I wouldn’t give them old age.
I’m not going to be emotional for them anymore, and I’m joking like, “Sister is younger than me, of course I’m going to leave her, and let her get old.” I’m sorry.
My dad’s got his back on his back, his face on his face, and he gets excited: “That’s not your sister. She’s just a wild animal. You’re the only one I have. Who’s gonna give me a pension if you don’t? I’m sorry.
I’m free to drink, “Don’t worry, I’ll throw hundreds of bucks a month when you’re seven and 80, so you won’t starve to death. I’m sorry.
“What you did to me before, I did to you.” More or less, go to Sosoft, who you used to pay for your hard work. I’m sorry.
“Don’t take care of your children, and when you get old, you ask for equality. I’m sorry.
This is no longer worth wasting time on them, and I’m leaving.
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When Susfner got out of prison, he found my contact, said he wanted to see me, apologized to me, and she’d figured it out for years and decided to make a change.
I didn’t get it. I just deleted the text.
Shortly afterwards, my relatives sent me a surveillance video telling me that, after Sosoo got out of prison, they interviewed me and my parents.
She didn’t want to change her mind, she wanted revenge, I didn’t see her, but my parents went, and she saw them, and she pushed them on the road when the bus was busy.
My dad was hit by a truck and killed instantly.
It’s almost like his bitch.
My mother, who was dragged into the bottom of the car, did not die. She was lucky to recover her life, but her face was crushed, and she was a ghost.
It’s been a while since Sosoft got out and got back.
When my mother was lying in the hospital bed, she wanted me to go and visit her. My relatives gave me messages. I didn’t want to go back.
“I had a fever when I was a kid and you didn’t care about me? I’m sorry.
That’s my mom’s silence.
I just said one word and I hung up, and she didn’t call me back.
Swift came out with AIDS, came back to prison and became a skinned skull and died one night of burning.
After I graduated, I opened my own company, took Grandma to live in a warm city, and had a big wedding with Qin fire from the school uniform to the wedding dress, at the Seaside Hotel.
The wedding was my birthday when my sister-in-law made me a beautiful princess’s head.
I stopped and looked at him.
A man’s eyes are thin, his eyes are soft, his hands are warm and my hands are cold, ” Birthday present.” From now on, you don’t have to envy other kids for sugar. I’m sorry.
I was moved to cry and held him in his arms, and suddenly I felt so relieved.
Remembering a long time ago, I was on a bus in the rain, and a boy who wanted to care and was embarrassed, he handed me a pack of paper towels and slipped a warm hand in my cold palm while there were so many people.
The wedding was extraordinary, there were many guests, only without my mother.
My mother came by herself, was stopped outside by the security guard, kept yelling that she was the bride’s mother and wanted to see me.
The security guards looked at her ugly face and rejected her.
I was passing by and she was screaming.
I ended up at the door, not happy, “What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
“Sorry, Honolulu, I just wanted to see you. Today is such an important day, and I don’t want to be absent. I’m sorry.
She looked at the crowd and looked down in shame, afraid of being seen in the face.
And I looked at her in silence and said, ‘You were absent’ I’m sorry.
My mother was frozen, and suddenly she cried, and she cried, and I felt all the pain, pain, pain, and the old sound.
After many years, he finally admitted his mistake:
“Mommy used to be biased, and you suffered too much. Honolulu, I’m sorry.
I looked at her, for a long time, turning away.
The sea is learned, the sun is on my white dress.
That day I climbed up the ceiling, and I saw the wilderness, and neon was so beautiful.
Didn’t I really think about jumping?
Actually thought about it.
Subconsciously, I should have thought about it, otherwise I wouldn’t have climbed up.
But when I feel the wind, the sun, the seasons, I hear the twilight of the leaves, the far-off traffic, I’m between jumping and not jumping, and I choose not to.
Since then, a firm belief has worked hard to get better and get away from shit.
Don’t hurt yourself for someone else’s fault.
If no one loves you, love yourself more.
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