My fingers clenched into fists unconsciously, and the pink nails dug into my flesh, causing a burst of blood. I didn't feel any pain at all.
I raised my head. There were no tears, no grievances, and even less anger. There was just a touch of ridicule and immense sadness. I said, "I have embarrassed enough people for the Ye family, so don't go out and embarrass yourself. Is this what you want to do?"
Tell me? Mom!"
At this moment, I really want to cry, but there are really no tears.
Facing this woman I call my mother, I can only feel grievances, not resentment.
The mother laughed dryly twice and lightly slapped herself twice. "Look at Mom's mouth. She said something wrong. It didn't make sense. Don't blame Mom. Mom actually didn't mean it that way. But, after all... that's what she said.
It’s a fact!”
I looked at my mother's sneer face and suddenly felt so terrible.
My family, who I once regarded as my life, and my mother who gave me life, now regard me as dirt.
In her heart, I will always be the one who sold my body and my soul! The lowly and frivolous mistress who seduced her brother-in-law!
But, my dear mother, do you still remember that as the third child, I am also your daughter!
No matter how humble, dirty or unsightly I am, I am still your daughter.
Have you forgotten that the same blood as yours flows in my body?
Did I also cry in your arms when I was little, drink your milk, and grow up under your protection?
I stood up slowly, walked to the door, opened it, and felt the wind pouring in from outside.
My mother shrank her neck in the cold, but I didn't feel cold because I was already used to this temperature.
Pointing to the door, I said, "Mom, please go back!"
My mother was startled, then stared at me fiercely, stood up and started crying, "Okay, you unfilial third daughter. You are going to drive your mother away like this. Do you still know that I am your mother?"
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"Then do you know that I am also your daughter!" I roared loudly, as if I had exhausted all my strength.
Tears and snot burst out together. In the empty corridor, my long-lasting roar lingered, like the roar of countless souls.
This is the first time since I have grown up that I have talked back to my mother, the woman I call my mother, or the first time I have told her my own thoughts, which is an almost painful thought. I thought I was too early
I already liked my mother's attitude towards me. But, I was wrong. I was still selfish. I selfishly wanted to get a trace of my mother's love.
But, no. Not at all.
She is so stingy that she won't let me see any of her care for me.
Not even a single misunderstanding in his eyes.
I thought I could contribute to that so-called home without asking for anything in return, but I was wrong.
When I am exhausted, bruised and devastated, I also want to get some feedback from that family. Even if it is just a small hug.
Mom, my dear mother. How much I want to get a look of approval from you, a string of distressed tears, a caring hug, and a loving kiss.
In front of you, I will always be the injured child. I have been hiding my wounds because I am afraid that you will worry.
However, I forgot that you didn't care at all. Even if I was dying of pain, you never even looked at me.