There is no way to judge this matter from an outsider's perspective.

The mother wanted to kill her child because the child was suffering from illness...

"That child... why is he like this? Why is he living in such pain... living in such pain, he might as well go and be with his father sooner!"

"Have you asked? Have you asked the person concerned about his choice?"

There was a hint of clarity in the other person's eyes, and there was some indescribable emotion in his eyes. I didn't understand those emotions, and it was a long time before I realized that it was despair mixed with earnestness.

"I am his mother, I have the right to decide..."

"Not at all. You are just the mother. It is true that he was born and came into this world because of you, but he has grown up and become an independent individual. He has emotions and can perceive the world. He is no longer your property..."

Children will eventually grow up. Children are not appendages of adults, nor are they dead objects. They have their own thoughts and are able to face their own lives.

"Why?! Why are you saying this?! I understand... You hate me, you hate me! You want to kill me for justice for my child? Oh, do it..."

"No, I have no right to administer so-called justice, because the person who can administer justice for that child is still alive... He is still alive, and his brother is still alive. His opinion will be the outcome of your trial. If his brother is willing to respect it, then everything will be over."

"You approached me from the beginning, is that because of this? You know? I had no friends and I thought I finally had one... You know? They all didn't want to make friends with me. In this place, people whose husbands died young are considered unlucky. No one wants to communicate with me much. Store owners scolded me after I bought something or deliberately raised the price. I've long been accustomed to this... The child got much better after he grew up, but it's not good either..."

In this country, I suddenly thought of the interesting things that curses can bring. They should be like sudden illness or being possessed by evil spirits, right? That would indeed be considered unlucky...

"But that's not the case. If you feel miserable here, go to the country next door. There's a country that won't hate you as much as here... It's not that beautiful, but it's better than here."

That place isn't that great either, it's now considered slavery, but people there wouldn't choose to treat a suffering mother like this...

"I can't leave! I have been cursed since I married the one I love... I can't leave this country. This curse will last until I die! I can only stay in this place for the rest of my life..."

"If you really want to see the scenery here, it may take several years to see it all..." Changing the method is another kind of comfort, "You want to kill someone... You shouldn't leave so many clues. In fact, you have been very conflicted in your heart, but you have suffered a lot in vain because of it..."

"What do you want to say?"

"Go and talk it out. Tell your child what you really think and what you did. If you're lucky, maybe you can gain the so-called understanding, and then turn the page on this matter? I don't really believe that it can be truly turned over, but most people think so, so let it be..."

I am just like this. I don’t believe in promises, and I don’t believe in the so-called letting go. I always feel that human nature is disgusting, and I myself am disgusting. But as long as you don’t really break your promise, I won’t do anything, although the psychological and spiritual violation is still disgusting...but I won’t be able to find evidence, so even a liar can lie to me all his life!

"You don't understand anything, you don't understand anything. A kid like you...how is it possible?" The other party had a lot more to say, but then he vomited with a wow sound. Okay, okay...he didn't eat much, and all he vomited was some soup, water mixed with a not much vegetable. After vomiting, the other party patted his back to make sure he didn't choke.

There are not many drunkards who vomit at this time, but the cleaners will have to waste more time because of this. When they see the unhappy eyes of people in the distance and walk over, they will find that the other person's eyes are full of vigilance and disgust.

"Here you go, here is 100. I'm sorry, my friend has given you more work, I hope you don't take it to heart." (equivalent to )

The other party smiled like a Sichuan opera performer, "No problem, no problem! Do you need any help?"

"No, sorry again for causing you extra trouble." I hate drunk people, and I hate people who vomit when drunk even more. Vomit is disgusting. Just smelling it makes me want to vomit.

I carried the person slowly, and after he vomited, he became drunk and dazed. I helped him for a long time, but he would not walk by himself, so I had to carry him on my back and start walking.

She was worried that this would cause the other person to be exposed, so she just held the other person in her arms while walking.

Finally I arrived at a familiar place, climbed up the long stairs, and when the guy saw me for the first time, he stood up and said, "What's wrong?!"

"Is there something you can't predict?"

The other person helped him to the bed. He was sleeping soundly. He would have to wipe his face later. "I asked a lot of truths. Do you want your brother to know?"

“…Everyone has the right to know the truth, no matter how sad and desperate the truth is.”

"Just because of what you said, I will speak more tactfully."

Arriving at that dark room, I finished my story in a slightly louder voice...

From time to time, I could hear the child sobbing, and the child felt sad because of this. Yes, I deserved to die. I was the one who was to be abandoned, but I wanted to live...

"Then I'm very annoying..." The child sobbed softly and walked forward, wiping away her tears with a handkerchief, otherwise there would be tear marks on her face.

"You are a very good child. I could tell from the first time we met." A person who works hard to live, follows the rules, and even hopes that others can be happy. He is obviously not happy himself, but hopes that everyone can be happy. "If possible, I really want you to be my child! I can understand your feelings... I have also experienced similar things. My parents hate me and hope that I will leave soon... But I survived..."

Who can tell the difference between true and false?

Who can tell whether what I said is true or false? Maybe it is true?

"Poverty, indifference, alienation, and loss of freedom will constantly corrode a person's mind. I don't want you to insist on thinking that your mother never loved you..."

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