I want to kill my daughter.
I didn’t believe there was a child born bad until my daughter was born.
When she was two years old, she fed her food and said that the baby I ate a sip of your banana, that she stabbed her in the eye with chopsticks and that she was not prepared to be stabbed in the hospital.
The husband made her say she was going to take the toy, and she threw the toy in her hand on the floor, stomping and screaming.
At the age of four, the children of a friend came to play at home, and somehow the two children got in a fight, and when we comforted the little friend, the daughter came in the kitchen and threw a kitchen knife at the little friend and almost spilled blood.
She likes to see us panic, and the more she screams, the more she’s happy, the more her hands are clapping and laughing.
Later, she grew older and more frightening.
“Let’s have a second child.” I’m sorry.
Half-open in the door, with a creepy eye on us.
One.
At the beginning I had twins, thought they were a blessing from heaven, and then when I went to check, there was only one.
After B super, the gynecologist said another embryo was not developed and absorbed.
“It’s normal, from B over, the remaining foetus is healthy, don’t worry. I’m sorry.
“What do you mean, absorbed? By whom? I asked.
Doctors say: “In a way that is easily understood by ordinary people, embryos without developmental potential or vulnerability cannot grow well, human body structures themselves are more suitable for single-born reproduction, double-borns are bound to rob each other of their nutrition, and vulnerable parties are absorbed. I’m sorry.
“But. I’m sad to pull out the old “B” superstition, “When I first found out, the two fetuses were clearly developing together, and the embryo’s heart and embryos were of similar size. I’m sorry.
“I’m very sorry. I’m sorry.
I came out of the hospital, and my husband and I came home, and he comforted me.
I guess so, so relax.
Fearing that the foetus would disappear, I was very careful.
The longer the foetus grows, the more discomfort my body grows — the more the baby throws up and is anaemic.
The doctor said that I had to eat well to ensure the development of the fetus, that the whole family fed me with big fish, and that I tried to eat, but my body was thinner and stylish.
Once again, the doctor felt that I was not in a good state because I was too thin and worried that the fetus was not well developed, but only after the examination that the fetus was well developed and no, which should be said to be very good.
It’s like I ate the nutrients and she took them all away.
“The child is too big to control the food, not to eat much. The doctor said:
And We saw in her eyes that a woman with thin bones, who was too big to be true, was abnormal.
It is indeed a problem to be too big, and I often feel hungry when I go home to reduce my diet.
As soon as I was hungry, the fetus was very restless in the stomach, as if I had been punching and kicking without nutrition.
A few days later, I fainted and was taken to the hospital, where the doctor said I was malnourished and gave me a nutrition needle.
The examination of the foetus is still higher than normal.
“Let’s have a caesarean section. “Doctor compromise, let me get my diet back.
In order to strike a balance, We only ate a little more, so that the foetus would not be too big, but that we would be able to live.
Then, seven months later, my bones were scrawny, my cheeks were dim, and my limbs were thin and dry, but my stomach was so large.
The whole person is like a freak in a movie poster.
I couldn’t believe I was a woman in the mirror.
Knowing that pregnancy was a big blow to life, I didn’t think I was that strong.
In order to keep myself and my children healthy, I went straight to hospital. As long ago as the baby was three months ago, I could not bear to resign from the reaction of pregnancy, and when I lost an income, the economic burden of the family was on my husband.
My husband loves me, works hard, works part-time.
I’ve begged my children countless times not to be predatory, to save me some nutrients, to keep everyone alive, to keep the fetus from listening, to continue to plunder my nutrition, as if I were to be drained.
She was greedy to eat the loot, which led me to stay in the hospital repeatedly, and to spend almost $300,000 on the house.
She came here to take care of me and gave us some money.
I almost died on the operating table.
The daughter was finally born, 11 pounds heavy, and the doctor said she was the biggest baby he ever delivered, which was despite the fact that I was trying to suppress nutrition.
Weakly lying in bed, looking at the daughter’s lovely little face, I think: All suffering is over.
“You’ve had enough of Daddy and Mom. Be a good boy. I’m sorry.
I kissed her little face, and she smiled at me, and the new kid was red and ugly, and in my eyes was the sweetest angel in the world.
I thought the suffering was over, but I didn’t think it was the beginning of terror.
Two.
I was dying from a caesarean section, and the wounds were sore after the anaemics and my daughter was placed in the crib by the bedside, and the nurse said I needed to be touched by the mother and the child, so that I could hug and touch her.
I can’t move. How can I hold my daughter? Of course I’d love to hold her.
It’s amazing, and I don’t know if anyone who’s ever had a baby has a feeling that I know I have a child and I love him, but it’s like “I love a child because I’m a mother.” But when a child appears, the love in the heart is felt.
This child, the most important person in me, is not the book, the ethics, the law that tells me to love her, but the instincts of the mother.
“Whoa! I’m sorry.
Crying in the cradle.
“It must be hungry. “The mother-in-law smiled and came to the cradle to pick up the child and shoved it at me.
It was a bit embarrassing to be a mother for the first time, and it was only when I had my husband pull up the curtain on the bed that he was able to untie his clothes and breastfeed.
I screamed at the sudden and severe pain.
I feel like I’ve been bit by an animal.
My daughter was so cute, she bit me.
“It hurts. When the nurse came in, I said.
“Absolutely, everyone is different, and some people are sensitive, and they’re used to it when they start feeding. The nurse comforts me.
I’m a little ashamed that there’s a woman in the ward who’s born with me, and she’s very cold.
I said, does she hurt?
She said a little, could bear it.
I’ve never been a mom, thought I was normal, and I put up with it.
Daughters are often required to breastfeed for particularly short periods of time and cry when placed in the cradle.
The middle-aged women in the next bed who cared for the patients were unhappy, reminding them, “Your children are in trouble and are fed. I’m sorry.
My husband apologized and took the baby to me.
When it was ready, the kid bit me, and I screamed.
“Can you stop being so sweet? The middle-aged woman next door is angry and says, “Everyone has a baby, they feed. Who calls like you every time? How much does it hurt if a kid doesn’t even have teeth? I’m sorry.
“You’re not the one who tells me what to do. I’m sorry.
Middle-aged women and my husband argue: “Your wife is messing with my daughter!” My grandkids are lucky and sleep well. Your baby’s crying so much that my grandkids are crying and my daughter can’t sleep well! I’m sorry.
The husband held his fist tight, and I said, “The pastoralist. I’m sorry.
The husband turned out of the ward and soon the nurse transferred me to a separate ward.
My husband touched my forehead and said, “I recently made a part-time job and made $10,000, enough for both of you to get a good room.” I’m sorry.
“The pastoralist…”
I couldn’t help crying.
Strangely enough, when a pregnancy is so painful, when a caesarean wound is sore, it’s sad because his husband is crying.
It’s said that it’s easy to have a child, but it’s probably true.
III
After her husband was so busy, her mother-in-law was so gentle, that I was so lucky, and so lucky that if I nursed, even I felt so sweet, compared to the other women in the hospital who fought because they had no sons, and whose families were only concerned about their children and the adults.
Get out of the hospital, go home, stay with my husband.
If I hadn’t told him to hold the baby, he wouldn’t have.
I was worried, and I was careful to ask, “Do you not like girls? I’m sorry.
Aren’t you upset because you don’t have a son?
“What a fool to say as long as you give birth.” I’m sorry.
I’m relieved.
The mother-in-law did not show any signs of son preference, washing, cooking and cleaning every day. It was reasonable to say nothing.
It is hard to imagine that a few years ago, when she was a sanctified wife, and then broke down, she learned to clean up and cook and cope with her life.
I admire her.
The family was happy and, in the care of my husband and mother-in-law, I had to endure the pain for a few days, and the place where I was fed was broken.
It was then that the mother-in-law and her husband realized that my pain was not forgiving, but for real.
My husband immediately asked me not to breastfeed, in exchange for milk powder.
But the daughter is determined not to eat milk powder and must breastfeed.
I don’t think she likes breast milk. She likes to bite me.
“Don’t drink any more.” I’m sorry.
And then the husband gave me the heart to stop me from breastfeeding.
The child cried so hungry, I followed him. My husband held me down and stood by me with a bottle. And that’s how you get hungry for a day, and the kids give up their milk.
She’s not just milking trouble, she’s making trouble.
I couldn’t sleep all night, and my husband couldn’t sleep all night. My husband had to work during the day, and I let him sleep in the study, and he shook his head and said he wanted to be with me. I couldn’t let myself suffer.
This man, even though he’s in the dark and he’s under his eyes, still doesn’t hide the country.
He’s pretty, I’m pretty, and his five officers are smarter than me, and if I put on a dress, I’d look like a Cinderella.
I wouldn’t have married him if it hadn’t been for him.
After seeing me hard, he found me a sister-in-law.
I said no, I had spent a lot of money in the previous period of repeated hospitalization, and he was still determined to invite my sister-in-law.
My sister-in-law then told me that her daughter was the hardest child she ever brought.
I cried when my daughter left, and her sister-in-law couldn’t even take her away.
After a few months of this, the daughter stopped frequenting the night and the family was reassured.
We bought her a lot of toys, including a Barbie doll.
When I came back from the bathroom, I found Barbie’s head ripped off.
“Maybe quality is not good. He said he bought his daughter toys like chickens, ducks and so on.
In two days’ time, the wings of the chicks were ripped off and the ducks were ripped off.
I’m starting to feel my daughter’s anomaly, and the reason she likes toys is because she wants them to be removed.
And he talks to his friend Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou said, ‘This is the way kids do, and my family likes to tear things.’ I’m sorry.
Is that so?
I didn’t have experience with the kids for the first time and thought it was normal.
I took the kids to the neighborhood, and the kids liked to play with the new-born, colored chicks, and my daughter was very interested in seeing the chicks, and I picked her up next to the chicks and said, “Look, the chicks.” I’m sorry.
The daughter was smiling, reaching out and holding a chick, breaking her neck on the spot.
Four.
“Absolutely, a child has no fear of life and does not know what to do. I’m sorry.
I told Zhou and my mother-in-law the same story.
Baby, don’t hurt little animals. I’m relaxed and I’m teaching my daughter.
My daughter gagged straight.
Soon after, her daughter was one year old and her selfishness was revealed.
As long as it’s her things, whether toys, food, clothes, anyone can’t take them away, they cry.
We didn’t start out thinking that it was instinctive for a child to be very selfish when a child was a child, whether it was a child expert or a person who had a child. Try to satisfy the child’s wishes before the age of two, what to give, and create a sense of security. If the wishes of the child are not met, the child will grow up with personality defects.
As a result, the family is looking for the children, and it is certain that the husband will be free to stay with the children at work and give them full love and care, within his means.
When a daughter was over one year old, a friend needed old clothes to give birth to a child, and I gave my daughter’s little clothes and a little toy to brain to a friend.
I didn’t hide my daughter when I collected it — who would hide a one-year-old? The daughter wept and swayed on the couch and grabbed my toys.
She didn’t want that toy.
I thought she was like, put the toy down, grab the other one and she’s gonna rob me again.
I took one of hers and I didn’t crawl around with her.
Seeing how much she cared about toys, I went inside and packed my clothes and put them on the couch. I’ll hand her the clothes when my friend arrives.
“Whoa!”
The daughter cried so badly that she came to pull the bag of clothes and didn’t let her friends take it.
We had to wait until she did not notice, but she cried when she took the bag, and finally took the bag and put it in her own garden.
No one can touch it.
Friends left in a hurry to get their clothes.
I told my family that my mother-in-law and her husband didn’t say anything and thought that the baby would get better and that she would have to do it before she was two years old.
Well, I hope the kid gets older.
Soon, my daughter was two years old, becoming more selfish.
While we tried to get her to share things, she didn’t want to. Play with other babies, they don’t want to share their own things, they always want to rob others.
Over two years old, the mother-in-law fed her daughter at home.
My daughter was eating bananas, she had a child chopstick in her hand, and my mother-in-law opened her mouth, “Baby, I’ll eat your banana. I’m sorry.
She ate a banana without her daughter’s consent, she cried at once, and put her child chops in her eyes!
My mother-in-law was screaming.
I’m shocked. It’s from a little girl to a big grandma! I can’t even eat a banana!
I quickly took my mother-in-law to the hospital, where her eyes were saved by the doctor, but her eyes were much weaker.
The mother-in-law, who said she was a bit old-fashioned, not the baby’s fault, was an accident.
My husband came back to know about this, and he was furious and tried to beat the baby.
My mother-in-law and I stopped him. We all thought we couldn’t hit the kid, and we should guide her.
To educate our daughter, we test her stuff and let her learn to share it.
The husband took her doll on purpose and said, “Hey, baby, can you give this to Daddy?” I’m sorry.
The daughter screamed for the doll, and her husband took out the cake she was ready for, and she still refused, and then she got angry and grabbed the doll and threw it on the floor, screaming and stepping.
I’d rather destroy it than give it to others, even if they were their own father.
Anyway, nobody takes her stuff.
When she goes to the back and eats what she sees, no one can move a chopstick; if she likes, no one else can eat it, or she will cry and scream to shake the whole building.
Whatever way we use child-care specialists is useless, she simply does not want to share and is extremely selfish.
Not just selfish, but unconscionable.
I, my husband and my mother-in-law are the closest to her. I will take whatever she wants. When I was sick, I told her not to cry, that Mom needed to rest, that she never cared about adults and that it was time to go on.
Maybe it’s because she’s too little to understand.
But then I was three or four years old, and I was still like this, and I didn’t even care.
I’m her mother.
Playing with other kids, she beats people because she likes to rob people of things and can’t get up and roll around.
I never taught her how to do that, but she learned it herself.
Other parents fear bullying of their children, but I fear bullying of others every day.
Because of her frequent bullying of other babies, she and my mother-in-law had to compromise and agree to violence.
After she beat up another child and was called to the door to complain, I was so angry that I pulled her little hand on the board and told her not to bully others or be beaten later.
She cried so hard, she was rolling on the ground, and me and her mother-in-law watched with cold eyes and refused to listen to her.
And she continued to roll, and it turned upside down, and I couldn’t bear it, and I pulled her hand and gave her two and two, and she taught her the lesson: “You are almost four years old, so don’t move, and don’t cry. I’m sorry.
My daughter struggled, screamed, and when I let go of her hand, she ran to the tea table to pick up a fruit knife and stomped at me!
“Kill you! Kill you! * She says *
I was shocked.
It’s a good thing the kids aren’t strong enough. I was unconscious, I had a mouth on my back and I was bleeding.
My mother-in-law ran away with the knife and took her away.
She was still screaming and crying in her mother-in-law’s arms to kill me.
After this, we were afraid to put knives in the living room.
My daughter, who shouted “Kill you” with a knife, casts a psychological shadow on me, and I specifically ask on the Internet that it is called a curse sensitive period — a time when young children aged three to six years learn dirty words, bad words, which can be used in vain, and when they grow up, they disappear.
My daughter didn’t say dirty words before and never cursed me for the first time.
I thought maybe I was sensitive.
Five.
After the beating, the daughter appears to have lost some, but only some.
She hated me so much, and his husband came home with him, and she said, “Dad, Mom hit me!” Mom’s a bad guy! Dad, get a divorce. We don’t want her! I’m sorry.
I’m shocked. Where did a kid like that hear “divorce”?
“You’ve hurt your mother, and you’ve complained?” I’m sorry.
My daughter cried to find Grandma, and she’s stuck to Grandma, and she’s not close to my husband.
Soon, the daughter was four, and we sent her to kindergarten.
On the first day, the kindergarten teacher complained to me and her daughter beat other children.
I did not know how many times I went to kindergarten to apologize to my teacher and to parents about the fighting with my daughter.
Sometimes I get angry, and I keep teaching her what a child care expert says, but she never listens, and we never do anything to beat anyone.
If it’s just a fight, she likes to use a knife and doesn’t know where to learn it.
Two almost stabbed her in the eye with chopsticks, three almost stabbed me, and now more skilled to beat people with knives, sticks, etc.
I’m really worried she’ll hurt someone one day or even kill someone.
We have collected all the knives in our homes, and the cartoons and books have been rigorously investigated and she has been strongly discouraged from learning about violence. She finally stopped using a knife when a family turned around and beat her hands and ass.
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If Zhou Zhou didn’t pull it in time, I’m afraid there’s blood on the scene!
“The embalm! I screamed, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
I caught her first time punching her in the ass.
She cried and struggled.
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When the husband and mother-in-law came back, the daughter told her that I had beaten her, and the husband grabbed her and beat her up again.
“To kill you sooner or later,” she cried.
After the beating, the daughter stopped much.
I began to question the experts, and it was impossible to preach, and only violence could make children understand. How can she understand that violence against others is painful if she is not exposed to fear of violence?
Zhou won’t let the kids play with their daughters, nor the kids in the neighborhood.
My daughter is very lonely and I’m in pain, and I take her out every day and I want her to shine. Tell her fairy tales and stories of heroes, and hope she learns from example.
She listens very carefully and acts well.
After a while, my daughter came home and asked me to buy her a stationery box. She dragged me to a high-level stationery store next to primary school, pointing at one of the stationery boxes and saying she wanted to buy them.
I’m looking at the price for a thousand dollars.
That’s funny. A stationery box costs over a thousand bucks.
I asked her why she wanted it, and she said Fanfan had it, and she wanted it.
I said to my daughter, “You already have two stationery boxes, and we won’t buy them.” I’m sorry.
I haven’t treated her badly. I don’t agree with two stationery boxes.
My daughter cried and made a scene, and I finally took her away.
The next day the teacher called me and told me that her daughter was stealing someone’s stationery box and pushing people down the stairs!
Fortunately the stairs are not high, the children are not hurt.
When I got to kindergarten, my legs were soft, and my daughter didn’t admit she pushed.
When she was young, she probably didn’t get it.
But my daughter, seeing the surveillance remains unacknowledged.
When we got home, we beat up our daughter, told her not to rob, hurt, and my mother-in-law suggested to buy a stationery box.
Soon after, my daughter came home and showed me her new stationery box.
I asked her where she came from and she said it was from someone else.
I was thinking that a kid who doesn’t know the value of a stationery box would be angry and would return it.
After two days of waiting for the mother of the boy in the same class to call, she became aware that the daughter had bought a stationery box with the boy’s pocket money.
The point was that the boy had not had enough pocket money and that his daughter had encouraged him to steal money, and the boy had stolen money from his grandmother and bought her school supplies for $1,300.
The daughter is so beautiful, from the beauty of her father, so young she has the potential of a great beauty, so many young boys in kindergarten want to play with her.
It was not to be expected that a daughter at a young age would use others to profit herself.
I asked my daughter, she denied it.
I’m in love.
I’m beginning to wonder if there’s a natural evil in this world.
I, my husband, my mother-in-law, have been gentle in character, in harmony with the family, and never speak dirty words, nor fight, nor respond to the child’s need, nor give her selfless care, even if she provokes me.
The place where we take our children is very regular and positive, where the adults of the family have time to play with her, without neglecting her; where we are not a house of great wealth, but where we place her first, materially, as long as it is reasonable and appropriate, regardless of how expensive it is; and where the educational community is far worse, telling the right and wrong, often telling examples and encouraging her to learn.
But my daughter is still like this.
Self-serving, greedy and predatory as if it were a vice brought from the womb.
As she tried to suck my nutrients in her stomach, when she was born, everyone was to follow her, and now she is to plunder others.
She scares me.
Six.
On the day my daughter went to kindergarten, I was always afraid that she would cause trouble. Maybe the kids don’t play with her because she pushes.
She stopped a lot. She didn’t cause any trouble.
But this is what I think, because she learned to lie, to hide her emotions, to do more intimacy.
A normal child who has done a bad thing will feel guilty and will change after being educated, and my daughter who learns to hide her sins so others will not catch her.
At first she was very good, and I thought she changed it and gave her a little dress she liked.
After primary school, the old jobs became better in economic terms. Before the stationary box incident, we tried materially to satisfy our daughter.
There is an old saying: “The son is poor and the daughter is rich.”
We offer Latin dance training for our daughter, draining her energy and time, and developing her spirit.
She’s pretty, the teacher likes her, says she dances well.
Daughters like to dance, are very active and practiced hard daily.
On the Fourth of July, my daughter got excited.
On every holiday, the course teachers organize children to perform at the mall, in schools, in front of people, and to present awards.
It doesn’t make any sense to be a grown-up, but the children think it’s a big deal and the parents follow them.
The daughter kept saying that she would lead the dance, and the result was that another girl danced better than her, and the teacher intended that girl to lead the dance. My daughter is very upset and she talks bad about girls in front of me every day.
I’ve been trying to make friends with her and try not to speak to her, but she’s out of line and jealous and I can’t help but teach her a lesson.
She realized something and smiled at me and said, “Mom, I was wrong. I’m sorry.
After that, she stopped telling me what was in her heart and showed special sunlight before me.
In two days, I felt a little sneaky, she danced Latin three days a week, I picked her up one day and she left early.
I asked the teacher, he said I told her to leave.
I was in a hurry to go out and find out that there was a lot of people on the road far away from the training course and there seemed to be a car accident.
I’ve been running for a while, and I’ve seen the shivering daughter on the side of the road.
She cried into my arms and shouted “Mommy” , and a girl lay in blood.
That girl, she’s about to become a lead dancer.
I don’t want to guess what my daughter did. It’s a coincidence.
I’m shaking, and I’m afraid my daughter did it, and I’m afraid others will find it.
What if she did it?
She’s eight!
It’s not her! It’s not her!
Go back to my husband and tell him that he was in a dark state, talking to his children alone, and then I said, “It wasn’t her.” I’m sorry.
Soon, the police gave notice of an accident.
The girl ran out and got hit by a car.
Good, good.
I cried loudly.
The police said it was an accident and the lead girl ‘ s mother did not agree, saying that the girl never left the training early, that she was a little late that day and that the girl did not wait for her, but left with her daughter, which was not normal.
My daughter cried to her and said, “Sweetie wants to eat and calls me to go. She also said that her mother did not like her, did not care about her, and she wanted to go home alone. I’m sorry.
When the girl’s mother was struck by lightning, she cried.
I pulled my daughter, “Why do you say that? Can’t you see your aunt is upset?”
She said, “I am telling the truth.” I’m sorry.
The adults felt that the child would not lie, the girl ‘ s mother left, went to the training course to take legal action, said that the training course had been poorly supervised and that it had resulted in a loss of money and the boss had closed down.
After almost two years, I calmed down and my husband found a moment to tell me, “It was her.” I’m sorry.
I stayed and defended my daughter: “She’s so young the police said it was the girl who ran out of the car and had an accident.”
The husband said, “The herdsmen had asked for snacks and the two men had lied that their mother was picking them up, that the teacher was busy and trusted them, and that they had let them go. They went to the corner and said, “Who’s going to race?” It’s not about killing her, it’s about getting hurt and not being able to lead.
“It wasn’t an accident! “It wasn’t an accident! Why didn’t you say anything at first? I’m sorry.
“No, it was an accident. The husband stressed that “the shepherd didn’t want to kill, she thought people were on the street, and she fell and suffered the most. I’m sorry.
I don’t believe it. I don’t know what my daughter is.
I said, “If it was just a fall and a wound, she could have taken people to the stairs!” It’s not like she hasn’t done it! I’m sorry.
The husband said: “There are surveillances in the stairs, the kindergarten was filmed, and she was afraid to do it in the building and had to take her outside. I’m sorry.
“Why didn’t you say so? I’m sorry.
“What can I do?” She’s our daughter. I’m sorry.
I stayed, I had a mouth, I was shaking and I couldn’t speak.
“This is over. My husband held my shoulder.
I pushed him away and cried out, “Why did you tell me?” Why did you tell me? I’m sorry.
And my husband looked at me sadly, “Because you knew that Xiaoxiang’s death was related to her daughter, and you’ve been skeptical for two years, and you can’t sleep well, so I have to tell you the truth. I’m sorry.
I fell on the floor and tears were running.
My daughter, killed someone.
She’s… she’s really a natural.
VII
After my husband told me the truth, I was so depressed that I couldn’t look at my daughter with my loving eyes.
The girls have performed well in the last two years, with the highest grades, the most sophisticated, and the young who are already in school.
I thought she was growing up to know things, and now she’s wondering, she’s pretending.
In order to confirm my thoughts, I went to the school to investigate, and soon I found traces.
She was very arrogant in school, and when someone dared to mess with her, she gathered a small group to bully others, and instead of doing it herself, she commanded those around her to do something bad and to clean herself up.
And where she is, “Whosoever followeth us, and whosoever turns against us dies.”
No wonder my parents stopped complaining to me, after all my daughter didn’t do it.
When I learned about it, I was desperate and felt that my daughter would never get better.
That night, my husband and I had a fight over my daughter, and I got emotional and yelled, “I don’t want a daughter like this.” I’m sorry.
The old cop touched me and suddenly said, “What if we had two children?” I’m sorry.
I waited, silenced.
My husband loved it. If I hadn’t had kids, he wouldn’t have let me have them. I don’t want to have two, but now I have plans to have another.
When we’re done fighting, the door is open.
The husband went out and looked at the frown: “The shepherd was listening. I’m sorry.
I don’t know how he judges it. His husband and daughter are very smart, and they always come up with the truth.
I’m panickingly calling the name of the shepherd, and there’s no response in the house. We looked in the house and the neighborhood. Nobody.
When the family was anxious, my cell phone was ringing, and it was only then that it found out it was the shepherd.
“Mom, I know you and Dad never liked me, and since you want a brother, I’ll die. I’m sorry.
I said, “Where are you without a brother?” I’m sorry.
The shepherd hung up the phone.
At this moment, I am in panic and fear.
Frightened out of the mother’s instincts, afraid of her daughter’s death, fear of the daughter threatening me with suicide.
“The embalm! I’m sorry.
My husband and I were screaming on the street, and across the street, there was a familiar little girl passing by, and the husband was chasing.
The sound of the stinging brakes was immediately followed by the sound of the boom.
The husband’s body flew up, fell a few metres, and the paint-like blood spilled out of him.
The world suddenly spins, and my head is blank, and my only feeling is vomiting.
There’s a crowd.
It’s weird.
I can’t remember what happened back there.
When he woke up a little bit, his husband came home from the hospital and held my hand and said, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.
I cried, and I said, “You’re fine! It’s okay! I’m sorry.
The cause of the accident was the other party ‘ s DUI, which would not have happened without it.
After the surgery, the husband was completely paralysed and unable to act, and I was determined to take my husband and daughter to live in the suburbs. It’s a clean place for your husband.
As for the daughter, I don’t want to let her go out and fuck the others.
The daughter seemed to know what was wrong, did not resist, packed her things and followed me to my yard.
The courtyard is remote and is a small building built in the early years. It has been kept until it was demolished.
In a yard like this, our family lived together in peace.
My husband is paralyzed and unable to act. I wipe his body every day, talk to him, change his clothes.
In order to make my daughter aware of her mistakes, I made her learn to serve her father, to feed her daily, to bring tea and water, to change her clothes and to wipe her body.
It’s been a year.
She was young and she couldn’t stand the pain and cried and didn’t want to do it.
And I said, “Is it not up to you to bear the consequences of your mistakes?” I’m sorry.
My daughter cried and said, “I didn’t know this would happen.” I’m sorry.
The husband groaned: “No, don’t bother her. I’m sorry.
My heart is cold, and it’s been a while since I’ve been in bed without a filial son. Besides, her father is paralysed because of her!
“You can’t blame me for the driver’s driving.” Why torture me? I’m sorry.
Self-serving, disgusting.
That moment I wanted to kill her.
Such selfish, self-serving, natural evils should never have come to this world!
My daughter and I had a heated fight, and I beat her up, and this time I beat her to the head.
My husband was too anxious to be able to help because of paralysis.
“Stop it, stop it! I’m sorry.
“This white-eyed wolf, must fight!”
After I hit my daughter so hard, I went in to take care of my husband and left her alone, and when I came out again, my daughter was gone.
Oh, it’s gone. I thought with indifference that she would disappear forever and that she would not be counted on for her life.
They say that they keep children from old age, and their daughters are sweet. She was born a bad son of a bitch, she was self-serving, and her father’s paralysis left her to take care of her for two days. Dream on.
VIII
“You said so much about the body in the yard. Your daughter did it? I’m sorry.
In the small interrogation room, under bright light, Officer Liu raised his eyes and looked like wolves.
I said, “It must be her.” I’m sorry.
The policewoman next to me looked at me, and the color was complicated.
Officer Liu lifted up his wrist and looked at the watch, “An hour I heard the story of a demon girl from birth to disappearance. I’m sorry.
“Thank you for listening to me so long. I put my hands on my knees and I grabbed my skirt, “But it’s not a story, it’s all true. I’m sorry.
Officer Liu laughed.
I was nervously staring at him and didn’t know what else to ask.
This morning, a group of policemen came to the door and asked me to come to the police station and “drink” and later dug up a body in my yard, which was decomposed.
I don’t know what happened.
I was alone at home with my husband when the shepherd left me.
On a Day without a daughter, I and my husband became one to another. Even if he is paralysed in bed and unable to act, I am not repulsed.
I’m thinking, one day when you’re in medical technology, you take your husband to the hospital, maybe he can move!
And then we’ll have a normal life, and this time we don’t want kids, just the two of us.
But the police came to break the peace.
I buried a body in my yard!
Officer Liu said, “You said your daughter killed the twins when she was in her mother’s womb, almost sucked you dry, you were born, stabbed in the eyes of your grandmother with a chopstick at the age of two, stabbed you with a knife at the age of three, threw a kitchen knife at a little friend at the age of four, pushed a little friend down the stairs at the age of five and killed a little girl at the age of eight. I’m sorry.
And We softly corrected him: “She had not pierced Grandma’s eyes, but her eyes were lost.” I’m sorry.
Officer Liu smiled and said, “Well, it seems logical to have her 11-year-old child killed by an adult, when your husband was in a car accident and paralysed in bed? I’m sorry.
My lips were tight, “It wasn’t her. Who else?” I’m sorry.
Officer Liu laughed, “Why can’t you?” I’m sorry.
I was in a hurry: “It can’t be me! Why would I kill someone? I’m sorry.
“The man who died was the driver you hated most, and you had every reason to kill him.” I’m sorry.
“It wasn’t me, it was the embroidery! It’s the only way to do this! “I’m shooting at the table and shouting,
Officer Liu didn’t move. I’m sorry.
“The Shepherd”? “You found the embalm? I’m sorry.
“Of course you can meet her. Officer Liu said nod at the female officer next door.
Soon, the door of the small interrogation room was opened and the female officer entered the house with a small figure.
Lights shined on her face.
The girl was thin, almost dented in her cheeks, and the whole body was deformed and her hair was dry and yellow and seemed to have suffered greatly.
“Where have you been? “I can’t help but feel sorry for the sad state of the herd.
“Do you know Mom was worried about you after you left? I said in red, “Dad says you’re dangerous out there alone, let me look for you, but he has to be taken care of in bed, so I didn’t.”
And the daughter looked at me with a strange, painful, fearful look, and after a while she said, “Wake up.” I’m sorry.
She stares at me, tears come out of her dented eyes and her lips tremble: “Dad! I’m sorry.
Nine.
Dad?
I looked back, and I frowned, and I looked back, and I said, “Daddy’s at home, not here. I’m sorry.
When it comes to Dad, I suddenly think I’ve been in the police station for a long time.
“I’m going back. * I stand up, my hands are shackled, I’m angry, * Can you let me go? I’m sorry.
“That’s not good. Officer Liu shakes his head, “Mr. Lame, you’re a murderer. We can’t let you go. I’m sorry.
“What Mr. Maki? What the hell are you yelling at? My name is Zhao! My husband’s still home. I’m going back to take care of him! “You’re not a cop, you’re doing bad things again, and you’re getting worse!” I’m sorry.
“Father, wake up, you’re not a mother, you’re a man! I’m sorry.
“You’re talking nonsense again! “Why don’t you die? I’m sorry.
The daughter took a step back and the female police officer took her and took me in cold blood: “If your daughter wasn’t smart enough to get out of the window, I’m afraid she would have died in your hands.” I’m sorry.
What are you talking about? “I shouted:
The female officer pulled out the mirror and handed it to me.
The luminous mirror reflects the image of a woman — long hair, tatters, skin red lips, very beautiful.
“Ah, look, I’m a woman!” I said in the mirror, “I’m right, you want to hurt me!” I’m sorry.
Officer Liu got impatient and stood up and ripped my hair off.
I touched my head and I screamed.
People in the mirror also scream, wide shoulders, flat chests, when they open their mouths and scream, red lips crack out, as if they were animals.
Officer Liu was not satisfied, grabbed the paper towel next to him and rubbed my face and put the mirror in front of me.
“Now, are you still a woman?”
A man’s face is in a smooth mirror. It’s my husband’s face. I see him every day.
No, no, no.
If I’m a husband, who’s the husband?
My husband, who was paralysed in bed…
“My husband, my family husband…” I was shaking.
“This is your husband.” I’m sorry.
He pushed a few pictures to my desk.
In the picture, a woman’s body was convulsed in an ice freezer and in a very secure state.
“After Ms. Zhao died in a car accident, you found an opportunity to kill the driver, take the body of the driver and Ms. Zhao and return to the old house with your daughter. You buried the driver’s body in the backyard and pretended to live nearby. You look like a woman and nobody recognizes you.
Every day, you let your daughter feed Ms. Zhao’s body, wipe her body, and if she doesn’t want to, you beat her. Later, she resisted, and you broke her head and threw her in the cabin.
Your daughter almost starved to death, lucky she broke a window and escaped to the police, otherwise we didn’t know what you did. I’m sorry.
Officer Liu’s words, like a knife, pierced something in my heart.
In secret, I seem to remember something.
Lights are on the streets, the body rolls over and the blood of paint slowly spills out of the body.
The man who lies in blood is my wife!
When I saw that picture, I was spinning and my head was blank.
Later on, it seemed a little confused.
Now, I’m reminded by Officer Liu that I’m a little more invisible.
I seduced the driver as a woman and killed him.
Driver’s not drunk.
He traveled normally, and my wife rushed to the red light and got hit by a car.
She died instantly.
Yes.
She’s dead.
I can’t accept that.
Then I wore my wife’s clothes, put on her favorite makeup, used her perfume and everything was like she was around.
“You can’t accept the pain of your wife’s loss, and you’re starting to think you’re Ms. Zhao, and you’re even tampering with your memory, and you’re the one who got hurt in the car accident and maybe that’s what you subconscious expected. The person you wanted to die was you.
I covered my face and my tears were running.
“Mr. Maki, you have a mental problem, and your daughter has confirmed it. Officer Liu said, “Recognize.” I’m sorry.
I looked at the shepherd and shouted, “You killed your mother and you were born bad!” I’m sorry.
“Father, you had a fight with your mother that day, and her mother had to go out and die.” I’m sorry.
I opened my eyes, I breathed hard, and I yelled, “You lie! I’m sorry.
I don’t remember anything!
“You’re lying! You’re a bad man! You’ve killed a man! You’re a bad man! I’m sorry.
I yelled, and people around me grabbed me.
“He seems very ill!” I’m sorry.
“Lao, what now?”
“Customs up, twilight.
“He also wronged his daughter…”
Ten.
I’m still at the station when I wake up. To prevent me from hurting, they put me in a prison alone.
Soon the police told me, Granny… oh no, Mama came to see me.
Outside of the prison, my mother was crying and told me she was here to take the tone.
I jumped on the rail and said, “Mom, you can’t take her! She’s a bad man! I’m sorry.
Mom took a step back and two police officers next to him drew out the baton.
I calmed down and said, “Mom, you send her away, she’ll kill everyone!” I’m sorry.
I’ve done a lot of wrong things, and my mom listens quietly.
After a while, she said, “You really don’t remember this? I’m sorry.
I stopped talking and looked at her with doubt.
And she held her hand over her right eye, and took it slow: “Son, you seem to have forgotten everything. I’m sorry.
“Forget what? I’m sorry.
She sighs, “My eyes are you. You were born so selfish that nobody could take anything from you. When you were two years old, I bit your banana, and you stabbed me in the eye with chopsticks. I’m sorry.
I stayed and said, “Your eyes, I poked them?” I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
“What about throwing a knife, pushing a child…”
Mom stood up, and she had a complicated look, and she said, “The pastoralist, you’re sick, it’s all your fantasy, and you put it on the vicar when you were little. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe it.
Did I do all this?
Am I born bad?
“Yes, you did. Mom’s voice sure.
I grabbed my head and yelled.
Is that the truth?
That’s the truth!
Mom said, “That’s the truth when you and Zhao got into a fight over the birth of a second child and Zhao ran out and had an accident. I’m sorry.
And mother said, “Do you remember what happened to your father, your shepherds, who have inherited mental illness?” I’m sorry.
I don’t look up.
Mama: “His brother betrayed him and sold his company, and he died of his brother’s illness. I’m sorry.
Mom left me after talking and left me alone until I was old.
Did I get you killed?
Did I get you killed?
I killed my wife.
I feel the sky falling.
Eleven.
Later, I was diagnosed with a mental illness and, because of the family’s inherited mental illness, I was not sentenced, but instead sent to a psychiatric hospital.
I spent a long time in a mental hospital, and I admit that the memories after the car accident were really bad, but the memories before the accident were clear.
I remember that I didn’t kill my wife…
But Mom said it was me…
It wasn’t me!
Not me!
The doctor pressed me and said, “Give him a shot.” I’m sorry.
I often have a confused memory, remembering so many images, and now I wonder what is true and what is false.
Mom said I almost stabbed her in the eye.
She said everything about the herd was my fantasy.
I’ve been reminiscing details every day, drawing on walls and paper every day, trying to find out what the memories are, and the doctors have seen their heads shaking.
Maybe I’m really sick.
I slowly accept the facts.
I was treated in silence and alive as a walker.
In a few years’ time, Mom came to see me.
When she grew up, she was beautiful, she had long curls of waterfalls, she was so fine, she had a pretense, she bended her eyes, “Dad. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, “I’m sorry, Dad. I’m sorry.
I put the sin that wasn’t her on her head.
The sound of silence for a moment, let someone out, speak to me alone.
She softly said, “I forgive you, Father. I’m sorry.
I laughed.
They talked about a long time ago, and it was nice.
The more I listen, the more I feel my memory is correct.
I couldn’t help but ask, “Did you push a kid, or throw a knife at a kid? I’m sorry.
She was surprised to pick her eyebrow, she was silent for a while, and she laughed, and she approached me, and she whispered, “Dad, what you said to the police about me was true.” I’m sorry.
I opened my eyes.
“You’re thinking, why are you telling the truth? “Because every day you asked me to wipe a body and change clothes.” I resisted. You beat me to death and put me in the cabin. I have wounds on my body, and I ask for forgiveness, but you turn away and listen. Five days, Dad. Do you know how I got here? I’ll never forget. But you ended up in my hands, Dad. You gave me pain, and I’ll get it back. I’m sorry.
I twisted her face, “Where’s your mother? You killed her, didn’t you? I’m sorry.
She had a rare sadness on her face, and that was the expression of sadness that was born out of bad blood.
She didn’t answer me. Stand up and leave. I tried to run over and grab her.
I was shaking and screaming her name, and the doctor and nurse came in and stopped me.
I immediately calmed down, raised my hand to show myself normal and wanted to see Mom.
I don’t know how to communicate outside. Mom walked into the house.
And We asked her, “Your eyes were stamped, right? I’m sorry.
Mom stopped and she was silent for a moment, noding, “Yes. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe it. Do you know I’ve been wrong all these years because of you? I almost became a psychopath! I’m sorry.
Mom looked at me sadly: “In that situation, you were a murderer, and only by throwing all the dirty water on you would I be able to clean up the name of the shepherd and become a psychopath. I’m sorry.
I’m staying.
Mom went on to say, “Your father’s not a psychopath either. Your families are born beautiful, biased, extremely selfish, but with a little bit of love. I’m sorry.
Dad’s not a psycho?
I remember Mom saying that Dad had been convicted of being a psychopath for being betrayed, for having committed an assault.
Just like me.
“Your father was so nice to me, he wasn’t there, I would have saved his family for him.
After he killed, and in order to avoid the death penalty, I spent all my money on him to keep him alive as a psychopath and he was about to be discharged. Mom calmly said, “It’s a good thing I managed to make you a genetic psychotic, though you did.
After two years, I’ll run you out of the hospital, and then we’ll be together and we’ll find a place where no one knows us.”
I listened to her in peace and said, “I want to ask one thing.” I’m sorry.
She said: Say it.
My voice is dry: Zhao Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhu Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhao , Zhu , Zhu , Zhu , Zhu , Zhu , , Zhu , Zhu , , , I’m sorry.
She’s so calm, her head’s down, her head’s up, her eyes are red, “Is it important? I’m sorry.
I bit my teeth, “It’s important. I’m sorry.
She took her breath and said with her eyes red, “The shepherd knows that you are going to have a second child and run away from home. You and Zhao Zhao went after her. Zhao Zhao ran into a red light. That’s the truth. I’m sorry.
I’m shaking, I’m biting my teeth, “The embroidery is that she killed Zhao!” I’m sorry.
Mom shakes her head, “Just an accident. You can’t pin all your sins on the shepherd. I’m sorry.
And We cried out, “And you defend her.” The embroidery is a natural and bad breed! I’m sorry.
“Same as you. “You were just as selfish as she was when you were little, and you were mean, and you bullied a lot of people, remember? The herds are about the same. The herds are your seed, and if she’s a bad one, so are you. When you’re out of the hospital, let’s get along. I’m sorry.
Mom calmly said the words that made me collapse and then got up and left.
Looking at the shadow of her departure, my face became cold.
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