Mary: I don’t need to be responsible for the emotions of others.
Mary: I don’t have to be responsible for someone’s emotions.
Adult Kindergarten: 8 warm healing stories, hugging inner children
Mary is the company’s pistachio. “It’s just a small little kid.” I’m sorry.
As an employee of the executive branch of the company, the head of the company spends every year to the best of her ability to plan the festivals. She’s got a lot of ideas. She can always come up with lots of interesting new ideas. All kinds of grouping and grouping, and as long as she’s there, there’s absolutely laughter, the atmosphere is never cold.
After a day off, a couple of good colleagues agreed to sing together. Mary, of course, was going, and while she was jumping and running, she heard other colleagues whispering, “I heard that the manager of administration, Lee, was leaving, and the head had spoken to Ko, bringing her up to take over from him. I’m sorry.
Mary just feels the thunder.
Nobody in the company likes her. When she used to be a small front desk, everyone had to laugh at her. As a result, she was moved to the office from the front desk and moved from the Commissioner to the Chief of Administration. The leader likes her, even when she’s in a meeting. It was said that, at the rate of her promotion, she would be the next administrative manager.
What’s wrong? Did she ignore who was in the mood for someone to blow in front of the leader? Is she not good enough for her leadership? What is her opinion?
The day’s cuddly meal, when she was not in her heart, but still smiled on her face, and she was still alive and full of joy. People are particularly vulnerable to drunkenness when they are depressed. Mary was so drunk.
She had a close friend at the company, and the girl pulled out her phone to contact her boyfriend to pick her up. Who knows if Mary has a boyfriend who’s been together for almost 10 years and who’s more obnoxious than her first love? “Let’s break up.” I’m sorry.
The girl was very upset with Mary, and when the wind came to fetch her, she yelled at her: “We Mary is such a nice girl, so cute, so temperate, so loud no matter what happens! What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
“Really? You’ve never seen her angry?”
Wind and Mary have been together since college. She’s beautiful, and she’s very lively. We’ll get close. She’s like a cute little animal, and she’s like a little goblin. When you’re with her, you never get bored. But Wind loves her so much, it’s not all about it. He was the one who saw the other side of Mary — the poor, helpless, heart-wrenching one.
But now they’ve been together for almost 10 years. Wind knows that, apart from these two sides, Mary has a third image, and he only now knows that no one has seen him but him.
Mary smiles every day and goes back home in peace. As soon as she saw the breeze, she gave him a strong hug and kiss. But such a sweet girlfriend, when she says “not to give her face” to her boyfriend, when she flips out of his cell phone and talks to another girl, when he can’t do anything like the leading man in the Korean drama, sweet words and sweet words, he suddenly turns his face into another person. She’ll do everything she can to curse and fall. He’s been accommodating her and trying to appease her. Sometimes she was too harsh to say, and he was angry when words attacked his parents. At the height of the violence, the two men broke the family bowl. But when she’s made up, she takes her boyfriend to buy the utensils, jumps, closes, like the hottest couple.
When Mary woke up the next day, Xiao Feng was gone, and even his family’s belongings had been packed. He broke up for no reason. And Mary died and started to think, “Yes, indeed! No matter how tight he looks, he must have a new one. Who is that woman? What’s better than me? However, she made numerous phone calls to Feng and sent a long message, which did not answer a single word and did not give her a chance to communicate.
Mary can’t tell how painful she is. But how? Life goes on. She goes to work laughing, like she used to, but it’s all wrong. A few jokes were meant to keep the atmosphere alive, but the sadness of others was accidentally struck, and relations with colleagues were frozen.
She also used to play with her mother every day. Wind has moved out of the house and she is afraid to tell Mom. She smiled very well in front of her mother and made up a little joyful story. But when Mom kept pushing her to set the date, she was losing it.
Hanging up on the video phone, she couldn’t hold on any longer, crying. She wrote to Windy, “Did you really not want me?” I’m in pain. Will you come back and hug me? I’m sorry.
After a long wait, Wind finally returned the message.
Half a month has passed since the break-up. He said, “Can I show you something? I’m sorry.
Windy sent a video from surveillance. She doesn’t know when he secretly installed this camera. This video is a complete picture of an argument between them. In terms of frequency and intensity, it was only a very common one in the day-to-day altercation between the two. The reason for the fight was that Xiao Feng was lying in bed after work and watching the cat video, and he was particularly fond of cats. Mary looked at his phone screen and saw a little puppet. She said, “Hey, isn’t your cousin’s house a puppet?” ♪ Little Wind says, yeah.
It’s a simple two-word conversation, and Mary’s changed her face. She forced her cousin, who had grown up together, to be a relative, and to go back to the feudal society and live with her. Wind initially softly denied it and touched Mary’s hair in the hope that she would be quiet. But the more Mary yells, the more crazy she goes, the more her mother loves her cousin. Mary remembers this fight, which lasted more than two hours. The wind finally fell and fell.
He sent a message, saying, “I love you, and I love you. It is no different from the first.” I might love you the most in the world, and I thought I could cure you with endless love. But I’m really sorry I couldn’t hold on. I’m not in a very good mood lately. I hope you’re all right. I’m sorry.
Mary didn’t reply to him again and again, she watched the video. It’s getting darker, she zooms in and looks at her face. From calm, to anger, to madness. Suddenly, she threw away her phone and made a scream.
She saw her face when she was angry. The face was so familiar, it was her childhood, countless days and nights, and it was repeated in front of her — the face of her mother.
Mary’s sick. The next day, she couldn’t get up and go to work. She didn’t get a video call from her mother that night. Late the next night, Mom opened her door with the keys.
Mary is 29 years old this year. Mom’s old, she’s in bad health, but she dragged her 29-year-old daughter out of bed, all by herself. On the waist, it was as if it had returned to a young and flexible time.
“You’ve learned to keep it from me now?” I didn’t call anyone. I didn’t know you guys had broken up. What did you do when you broke up? You’re such a good boy. What kind of shit are you? I’m sorry.
From childhood to age, every time a mother gets so angry and beat up, Mary does everything she can to comfort her mother. Sometimes she smiles, sometimes she cries, sometimes she talks out of her mind about nice or interesting things. But today, for the first time, she did nothing, and she was kicked and beaten like a piece of wood. When my mother saw her unresponsive, she cried and cried, how much she loved her and how hard she was and how hard she was to say it. Listen here, it’s time to cry. Mary thinks. But now she can’t cry and rises up and looks at her mother.
She whispered to her mother, “Mom, I feel sick. I’m sorry.
Mom didn’t hear, or pretend not to hear. She kept crying, screaming. Mary felt her heart beating so hard that she felt terrible pain. So she took the door out. No money, no cell phone. She was walking along the road and, without realizing it, came to the door of Xiao Feng ‘ s mother ‘ s house. The aunt opened the door with her clothes on, and it was only then that Mary woke up. She even apologized, but she was as gentle as ever. She said, “Come on in. There’s the wind. I’m sorry.
She had split her hands and had come to her house at that time with shame. Xiao Feng put her kimono on her and asked her what happened.
“My mom came to my house. She laughed and said:
“…and she hit you again? Sorry, it’s my bad. I shouldn’t have told her about our break-up. I thought you told her. I’m sorry.
Windy’s mother told them to talk and went back to their room, and after a while, Mary spoke. “I think I have to go to the hospital. Am I insane? I’m sorry.
“You’ve always been a strong and brave girl,” the little wind comforts me: “I can’t imagine what it would have been like if I had spent my childhood like that, but I heard your colleague say that you’ve always been a happy person in the company. I think you’re amazing. I’m sorry.
“But I’m not happy at all. “Mary says softly.
She’s trying so hard to be happy for everyone. Why is the chance to be promoted to someone else? The man who was promoted to the post, who didn’t laugh and spoke out loud, didn’t know how many offended. And Mary tried to please her, but she said: “No, I know what I am.” I’m sorry.
She couldn’t figure it out. She was mentally exhausted. She stayed at Xiao Feng’s house for one night, and the next day, Xiao Feng said she was taking her to see someone.
Former boyfriend Feng is a very gentle man. He said that the person most affected him was his kindergarten teacher as a child. She had given him a lot of good education at the time, and had reminded him of what she had said throughout his life.
Because of the fact that parents and teachers have intimate relationships, he knows that the teacher runs a “kindergarten for adults” and that maybe that’s the only way to save this desperate girl. But when Mary met Principal Jiang, she said, “We are here where we can spend our childhood again.” I’m sorry.
That made Mary feel a deep fear.
In any case, however painful, she does not want to spend her childhood again.
She ran away from Principal Chiang and got a call from Mom. And she was pressurized to pick up the phone, and her mother said, “Where have you been? Have you gone to Xiao Feng? Have you made up?”
Marybeth said there was no reconciliation, and Mama said, “There is no reconciliation.” A man like that, she’d have been sick of it. So what if he fights? I don’t even have a job to do! I’ll introduce you to a good man. I’m sorry.
Mary hung up on the phone and went home numb. She knew that she was going back to life like West Fors hell.
My mother humiliated her in a violent manner, beat her and suddenly changed her face, seemed to love her and understood her. How can Mary grow up like this? She knew that Mom was going to turn her back on her words, and she didn’t have to blow it. Next time, for some reason, she would come to her house and yell that she could not hold a man, and that there was no better boyfriend than Wind.
Back in the company, her colleagues were concerned about her, but it was embarrassing. If it’s just a flash of embarrassment or displeasure, Mary can be caught sensitively, but she can’t figure out why. It upsets her and gives her a few times more to please. On her way to work, the director called her to the office and said he wanted to talk to her.
“I know you’re a nice guy, and you’re not hiding. They say you’re sick because I didn’t promote you this time. I’m sorry.
Mary was busy denying that she was just cold. And the leader said, “O thou art too heavy to play.” I can’t give you high marks every time I give you a score. However, there are opportunities. Don’t worry about your work. I’m sorry.
Mary smiled out of the head’s office, and God knows that she struggled so hard that she shivered. Turns out that he had always felt that she was incompetent, but colleagues had said that she was as attractive as she was and that the position of manager was inevitable. If they had not said so, she would not have been so disappointed.
My colleagues are looking at her with concern, but Mary, who has always been so sharp, has read fiction from those eyes. She thinks they lied to her and now pretend to care, but they’re laughing. The woman who worked for her to find the wind to settle her case took her hand and said, “What does the leader say?” I’m sorry.
“Stop pretending. “Mary said to her, “I don’t know.
Resigning, explaining to Mary’s mother that she had enough time to be alone, was done in a small manner. He explained to her colleagues that it was the break-up with her that made her feel bad and made bad comments. Xiao Feng said to Mary, “These colleagues are your friends and your friends when you get better.” Wind said, “I can’t stay with you anymore, but I’m your friend and I’ll take care of this for you.” “Mary’s sick is sick, but it’s clear to me. What the wind did for her moved her. He said, ‘Will you come again to see Principal Chiang?’ I’m sorry.
“Well, I’m sorry. For your sake, I’d like to go to therapy. I’m sorry.
Mary got into the adult kindergarten. The people here are eccentric, but everyone has good intentions. Mary promised Xiao Fung she’d do her best. She came here and went back to her childhood, and she tried to take every lesson, every game, and try to be part of every little friend. She laughs and laughs every day, just like she was when she was a real kid. – At that time, she also struggled daily to hide her fears and sorrow.
One day, when she tried to invite the girl who was always sitting in front of the computer to play games with her, the girl stared at her and said, “What are you laughing at? I’m sorry.
“What…”
“Why are you laughing all the time? I’m sorry.
“I am expressing my friendship. I’m sorry.
“I don’t feel friendly, I think you have to let me play with you and make me laugh like you. It’s uncomfortable. I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m sorry.
The girl put her work down, turned around and looked at Mary, “Do you really want to play with me?” I’m sorry.
“Of course. I’m sorry.
“Why?”
“Let’s play together so we can have fun. I’m sorry.
“I don’t know. I’m sitting here and I’m not talking. Have you ever tried, but no one cares? I’m sorry.
“How bad is that? I don’t think anyone’s happy! Mary’s eyes are full of terror.
“What does it have to do with you being upset? Try it. Try not to laugh. Right. Keep your mouth shut and your eyes shut. I’m sorry.
Mary just kept her mouth shut. Don’t say it. It’s nice.
“Look at the people here,” the girl pointed to a bunch of “kids” who were busy and busy: “You are like me, and nobody cares.” That’s how you pull your face. Nobody says anything about you. Let’s try this one day. I’m sorry.
Mary paused and asked, “Can I sit with you?” I’m sorry.
She couldn’t get used to a man who wouldn’t listen, and she sat next to the girl and read a book. But her table wasn’t very comfortable, and shortly after that, Mary moved to the soft mat in the corner to read. She was timid and gibberish and found out that no one really looked at her. No one accused her because she was not active or excited, and no one ignored her for that reason. By the afternoon, Mary had been very immersed in her books for half an hour, when she was completely immersed in them and woke up.
“How does it feel?” The girl asked her.
“I don’t know what’s going on, but I feel really strong. I’m sorry.
“That’s because you’re resting. Never rest?
Mary started to learn to laugh when she was in kindergarten. Every day you find something you like to do. Of all the kids, her favorite is this girl who falls every day. One day she asked: “Do you write here on a computer every day? Are you a writer? I’m sorry.
“I’m a writer. I’m sorry.
“Really? What kind of TV show do you write? Maybe there’s something I’ve seen! I’m sorry.
“It’s a couple of TV shows. I’m sorry.
“Wow, that must make a lot of money, huh? I envy you. I used to be an executive, and my salary was low. I’m sorry.
“I don’t want to talk to you about my work and my income, but please stop asking.” I’m sorry.
Mary felt a fever on her face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I made you uncomfortable again.” It’s my fault I’m always so stupid I can’t do anything! I’m sorry.
The girl said, “You make me uncomfortable. I told you that we have a border.” But you’re sorry and you’re sorry. I feel a little kidnapped. Mary stood up and cried out, “No laughing, no apologies. You’re so strange that no one plays with you, no one has a friend.” I’m sorry.
Others heard Mary’s voice and came round. “We didn’t stop playing with her, we were her friends. @Mary: #Jan25 #Feb14
Mary saw that everyone was “targeting” her. She said, “Yes, not her, but me. I’m the one who asked you to play with me. I don’t have any friends! I’m sorry.
“Why do you say that? We like you, too. You’re our friend! I’m sorry.
“Stop pretending, stop pretending! You’re acting innocent here. You’re all formalistic. You’re all a bunch of hypocrites! She almost yelled at her colleagues again. Then she woke up, “I’m coming again.” I’m like my mother again, and I’m ruining everything. There’s no room for me now. My life must be over. I’m sorry.
Mary’s not so sad, she’s so sorry. She didn’t have any last hope for herself. No job, no boyfriend, of course she didn’t want to go back. She walked in the street and accidentally hit a middle-aged man. The man yelled at her, said she didn’t walk long enough, that she didn’t even lose a smile, and then she kept walking.
“Run out of the madhouse! “It’s probably Mary’s sad gesture that gave the impression to the passers-by, and the man went away with that. Mary’s heart is endlessly sad. Yeah, I’m just a psycho.
“Where are you going? She suddenly heard this voice. Turn your head and the girl from kindergarten came after me. She’s always sitting there and she’s running. “I’m tired. Go, go, come with me. “What’s the matter with you? “Mary is being pulled by her, and without realizing it, tears blur the world before her.”
In the middle of the night, Mary fell asleep with a cold pair of hands covering her face. She remembers these hands. These are mom’s hands from childhood. Mom used to sit on her pillow and touch her cheek. When she wakes up, the mother who sits there may kiss her softly and perhaps slap her in the face.
Mary woke up. In the dark, she saw at first glance who the shadow was sitting by the bedside. She came out of her cold sweat, sat up and consciously protected her body.
“What are you doing? Will Mom still hit you? I’m sorry.
Mom smiles softly. The face was like she didn’t hit the daughter: “How could Mom ever hit you? I’m sorry.
Mary was a little stunned. And she said, “I remember when Wind told you that I was in bad shape, and I had to stay for a while, so that you could stay away. I’m sorry.
“I don’t listen to the poor, poor man. What’s wrong with my daughter? You’ve had the best since you were a kid. How can you be in bad shape with a mother like me? I’m sorry.
Mary sat up from the covers, stopped herself with them, and swallowed her mouth and said, “Mom, I am not well.” It’s true you want to stay for a while. I’m sorry.
“Mother knows you’re growing up, and it’s not like I can’t hear a sound in a day. I haven’t called you in almost a month. But Mom’s in a hurry, she doesn’t know what you’re doing, what you’re thinking. Mom couldn’t sleep. I’m sorry.
She put an ice-like hand in Marie’s blanket and found her hand, holding it: “Mother used to be in a bad mood at night and always loved to look at you in your room. Now you’re moving out with him because the wind says you’re going to marry me. Well, since you broke up, you’d better move in. We can live happily ever after. I’m sorry.
Mary looked at Mom’s smile with moonlight. But that expression revealed a fine madness, which was a precursor to Mom’s anger. Such a signal, she would never be mistaken.
“Okay, Mom, I’ll move home tomorrow. She said, “Mom is still sitting. She looked at her daughter and looked forward to it. It’s like writing a program, and Mary’s brain’s not moving. I’m glad you came to see me. Just sleep with me! I’m sorry.
But Mary remembered that after being dragged back to kindergarten this afternoon, Principal Chiang gave you lessons:
“I know you’re angry, but it’s none of my business. I’m sorry.
And she said to her mother, “Let’s go, Mom. I’ll take you back in a cab.” It’s too late to be safe. I’m sorry.
“What do you mean? I’m sorry.
“Come on, Mom. I’m sorry.
“You kicked me out? You’re just like the wind said. I’m scared. You don’t even want your mother? I raised you all by myself, so I grew up like this? I’m sorry.
Mom’s voice has gone out of control and has become very sharp.
“Mom, I’m not crazy. “It’s you who’s sick. You’re sick. You can’t control yourself. I’m sorry.
Mom grabbed the alarm clock and threw it at Mary. Mary never dared to hide when she was a kid and lost something. If she escapes, she can’t bear her anger. But today, she escaped. Mom came at her and she held her wrist bravely. Angry mother’s strength is always amazing, but today Mary also has great power — power from her pain.
“Mother was 19 years old when she gave birth to you.” Your dad’s an asshole. He’s doing that to me. It’s the first time Mom’s ever been a mom, too young to understand. But I raised you all by myself, but I beat you up. Don’t you understand? Aren’t you the smartest little girl Mom ever had? I’m sorry.
“You’re not the one who raised me. Zhao’s good to you and good to me. But you did the same to Zhao’s father, who bit him, beat him up, beat him up to the police station, beat him up to his mother’s, even though he was with us for over a decade. You’re just a patient, Mom. I’m sorry.
“You’re sick! Like your father, you’re crazy, asshole! “This is my rented house, and I can’t afford it.” I’ll take you home. I’m sorry.
Mary pulled the crazy mom out of the door and hit a car on the side of the road. When I got in the car, my mother cried to the driver: “It’s so late that my daughter is going to throw me out of the house because she’s being lectured. This world has changed! I’m sorry.
The driver said to Mary, “Young people really don’t know how to be their mother, can your mother hurt you?” I’m sorry.
Mary held her mother down with her hand, rubbing her tears in the face. She said, “It has nothing to do with you. Please focus on your driving.” I’m sorry.
She took Mom to the door and opened the door with the key. Mom was staring at her like a ghost, but Mary was pretending not to see her. Mom came in and said, “If you step out of this door, there’s no mom!” I’m sorry.
Mary said, “Good night. Sleep early, Mom. When she closed the door, she heard her mother shouting in it: “I’m going to die! You forced me to die!” I’m sorry.
She wipes her tears and wants to turn around and leave. But she didn’t have the strength. She slipped to her mother ‘ s front door while she listened to her family ‘ s madness and fell and curses, worried that she would really hurt herself and crying. He fell asleep and woke up with Zhao’s father.
After divorcing her biological father, her mother married Zhao’s father. Zhao’s father was better and closer to her than many of her biological fathers, but after more than a decade of suffering, he could not bear it and left them. Now he’s got his own family, and somehow he’s called back.
“Why are you sleeping here? Don’t freeze! “He put his coat on Mary,” your mother sent me a message saying goodbye. I slept so badly I woke up in the morning. What’s going on? I’m sorry.
Mary jumped up and opened the door with the key, and they both went in and saw her in bed, with her eyes closed. Zhao’s dad ran over and tried the pulse on her neck, and he was relieved to say, “Sleep, nothing, nothing.” I’m sorry.
Fathers and daughters — no, now they are two people who have nothing to do with it — who are burdened and exhausted and walking side by side in small neighbourhoods.
“I’m a man, she can’t hurt me, but she just hurts you. You were so young. I used to worry about you at night. I don’t think she broke it. I’m sorry.
“Daddy Zhao, Mary’s name has never changed: “Mother is a patient, she’s not normal. I’ll tell my uncles to find a way to get her to a doctor. What do you think? I’m sorry.
And Papa Zhao was not absent, and he said, “Don’t worry, I will help.” I’m sorry.
Mary thought for a moment, and she had the courage to say to him, “I want to leave the city and cut off my mother.” I’m sorry.
Zhao’s father looked at her with shock: “Well, your mother…” and Mary’s heart was raised. But after all, he’s the father of Zhao who cares about her more than his own father. He swallowed the second half.
“Well, Papa Zhao supports you. Let’s move around and live a good life. I’m sorry.
But who knows, when it comes out, Mary tears like rain. She said, “Don’t you think I’m an asshole?” My mother has not been too nice to me about the child ‘ s obligation to support her parents. When I was a kid, she liked to dress me up and always bought me a lot of pretty dresses. How much did she earn? She made a little. She bought me a dress. “I look like my father, my mother hates me, and I understand her.” She gave birth to me when she was 19. I don’t know why I can’t understand her. I’m sorry.
Papa Zhao said nothing. He gently slapped Mary on her shoulder with a warm palm. Mary, stop, cover her face and cry. I don’t know how long this one was crying. Her clothes were all wet and her hair was soaking in her face in the early morning cold. But, finally, it’s over. She said to Zhao’s father: “But my mother hates her ex-husband, and she can’t control her emotions because it’s so small that she scolds me, beats me and insults me. It’s all about her. It has nothing to do with me. I’m sorry.
Papa Zhao’s hand stopped embarrassingly. He said, “You are right, daughter. Zhao’s dad will always support you. I’m sorry.
Mary spent another week at the Adult Kindergarten. After the last week, she asked her two uncles and Zhao’s father to go to Mom’s house. The day before she went to her mother ‘ s house, she called Feng and told him about her recent situation and her decisions. “I’m telling you this, nothing else, just to thank you. I’m sorry.
Wind didn’t say anything, but the next morning he appeared in mysterious fashion at the door of his mother’s house. He and Zhao’s father, a divorced ex-husband and a separated ex-boyfriend, stood in front of their two uncles and the four men were face to face, which was embarrassing.
I went into my mom’s house, and Mom saw them coming together, and I saw the fear and the madness in my eyes. “How did you get together?” Come on in. I haven’t packed anything. Sit down and eat some fruit. I’m sorry.
“Look how much you’d better find yourself an old friend. “When his uncle opened his mouth, he looked at him. Both had a glimpse of Zhao’s father, who was embarrassingly covering his forehead.
Mary thought, “Don’t be ridiculous.” She said, “Mom, I’m calling my uncles today to tell you something. I’m here, I quit my job, and I broke up with Feng. I’m 29 years old, ready to go to Shanghai to study foreign languages and study abroad. As they say, parents are not far away, but that’s the old saying. Who has the right to pursue their dreams in the new society, uncles say? I’m sorry.
The son of his brother-in-law also settled abroad, and he heard him, saying, “Yes, if you go to Australia, your cousin will take care of you.” I’m sorry.
My mother dug his brother-in-law with her eyes, but he didn’t notice.
“What about me?” Mama said.
“Yeah, I went so far I couldn’t take care of you. That’s why I came to ask my uncles to take care of my mother. You’re in good health now, and if you’re in bad health later, I’m sure I’ll hire you. I’m sorry.
“Please whom? We’re all fine. We should have looked after each other. I’m sorry.
“Are you trying to get rid of me? “Mom is looking at Mary from the hair she’s falling down.
And their uncles said, “What are you talking about? The children are just going to study, so why are they cut off?” I’m sorry.
But Zhao’s dad and Xiao Feng were nervously watching her.
Mary took a deep breath and finally said, “Yes.” If you can’t accept me leaving the country, you’ll never have my daughter. I’m sorry.
The uncles were scared. They came to pull her. But Mary didn’t stop: “I know you’re disappointed with me. I look like my father. I don’t look good. I can’t study. I know you raised me a lot. But when you were in a good mood, you said, “I’m your happy man,” and you said, “How could I have lived so long without me?” In the days of your pain, you’re angry and you hit me, and I’m so upset. You pushed me to dislocated me, but I did not tell anyone, and to preserve your reputation. You’re sick and I’ve taken care of you a million times. Take this as my reward. I’m sorry.
And his brother-in-law was helpless, and he said to Mary, “Your mother is a bit angry, but whose children are not beaten.” You’re a grown-up now and your mom’s old. Who’d have heard of that? I’m sorry.
Mary held her hands so hard, she thought, “It’s okay, I don’t care what people say. She has never done anything like this to justify herself, and she cannot say it now. But Papa Zhao spoke.
“Someone may not know much, but I do. And my mother looked at Papa Zhao from her hair, and he said, “There are no outsiders, all of them are your mother’s family.” Wind is a good kid, too. We’ve known each other for years. You’re not just yelling at the kids, are you? Do you remember why you beat Lee? I’m sorry.
“I hit her, she was naughty. I’m sorry.
“She accidentally burned herself with a hot open kettle. That’s naughty? You see, she burned a big bubble and said she wanted to embarrass you and scolded her all night. I’m sorry.
I’ll let go of my brother-in-law.
“She followed you to the office, met another aunt, exaggerated that aunt’s dress was beautiful, and you came home and said that she was a white-eyed wolf, and that she was just trying to please another adult. That’s naughty? I’m sorry.
“One time you heard that someone else’s kids wash their feet when they get home, but Li usually didn’t hear you said you wanted to wash their feet. She didn’t take the initiative to wash your feet, so you told her to stand up and think what was wrong. That’s naughty? I’m sorry.
The two uncles looked at each other, and their heads were down.
Little wind can’t stop looking at Mary. He knew that Mary had had a hard time as a child and that her mother had been very violent and angry in the video, but he had not heard of those tiny ends. Mary saw his eyes and said, “Mom, do you know why Wind broke up with me? Because I treated him like you treated me and Papa Zhao. He’s a child whose parents love and grow up. I’m sorry.
And Xiao Feng said, “I was in pain and never knew what I was going to do wrong.” But I’ve been thinking about you for a while. I’m sorry.
Mary looked at him and was as concerned and warm as she was when they fell in love. But she shook her head and said: “I am not good enough, nor will I spoil you or any other boy.” Not only is it not good enough to fall in love and get married, but I’ve never learned to do anything I really want to do. I always thought everyone would be like a mother because I didn’t see anyone angry and hated me and punished me. You can’t concentrate on school or work. I’m sorry.
My mother listened to them and said, “You are my good daughter and good man, saying that you love me and love me, but I knew that you were all animals.” After so many years, I remember only my little incompetence and my mistakes. I don’t remember any of you! She screamed, grabbed the glass crumb on the table and fell into pieces: “No one ever cared about me!” No one’s ever hurt me! Who cares? I’ll die right now! I’m sorry.
And the men were full of their hands and feet, and packed, and dragged, and advised, and cried. Mary stood up and walked out of this mess. When Mom was at the height of madness a million times in the past, she couldn’t help but walk over and hold her. If you hold her, you’ll be beaten and you’ll get bit, but it’s possible that Mom will calm down. That’s always the last way.
She walked over and held her mother between her uncles’ arms. Mom started crying. But she began to understand that this was no longer a hard-won compromise for her daughter, a farewell hug.
“Bye, Mom. Mary said to Mom’s ear.
Walking out of Mom’s house alone, walking down the street. The weather is good and the wind blows her hair. Faced with the traffic and the pedestrians, Mary told herself, “Turn your mouth down and don’t look in the eye.” Relax your face, faceless. The sound of the car, the sound of the loud people came through her ear. Then she smiled from her heart in the face of an unprecedented world.
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Liu Fong: I’m more than dedicated.
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Adult Kindergarten: 8 warm healing stories, hugging inner children
It’s cold.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
