Every day, I watch your mother sitting on the balcony of the second floor, looking down at the garden below.
Every day, I will send a bouquet of flowers to your mother.
At that time, I only knew that your mother's surname was Yang and her name was Tracy.
The strange thing is that Tracy doesn't have her father's last name, and your grandpa has never visited her.
Suddenly one day, Tracy told me that she loved me and wanted to marry me.
At that time, I was stunned and didn't know how to reply to her.
However, the conditions she offered were so tempting that I couldn't resist.
Once I marry her, I can go to an Ivy League university in the United States with her and have an unlimited future.
I was a child who grew up in a slum. My mother was a peasant woman, and my father was a poor Chinese man who was sold to the United States to work as a coolie.
The long and difficult life caused my father to die young, leaving my one-year-old mother and I alone to struggle in this world.
If you have ever been poor, you will understand how eager people like me are to live a good life.
So, I sold myself and my soul.
Tracy is beautiful. It is no exaggeration to say that she is the most beautiful Chinese girl I have ever seen.
We were also happy when we were newlyweds.
However, this is not because of love, it is just a man's lust for a beautiful woman.
After a short period of happiness, I discovered that Tracy had some mental problems.
During the day, she is just withdrawn and doesn't like to talk to people. But at night, she becomes very scary.
Several times, I would wake up from my dreams at midnight, and when I opened my eyes, I would see her standing in the room, staring blankly at the jasmine flowers on the table.
At that time, her illness was not very serious, at least it was not harmful in any way.
If I had some consciousness, I should have chosen to leave her at that time, or persuade her to seek medical treatment.
But I didn't, until things got out of hand.
After Tracy gave birth to you, she suffered from severe postpartum depression.
I didn't know about this at first.
Until that night, your crying woke me up from my sleep.
When I rushed into your room and saw Tracy grabbing your neck and trying to strangle you to death, I realized that she was already terminally ill.
I snatched you from her hands and persuaded her to see a doctor.
However, she told me that she was not sick. It was just that you were disobedient and refused to drink milk well, so I just taught you a lesson.