"Sister Mai, let's go to the front to take pictures again..."
She was obedient to her child and never disobeyed him at all. She ran, laughed, picked flowers, took pictures... until the child got tired of playing, and pulled her to sit on a wooden chair covered with soft blankets.
The child sat next to her and hugged her neck coquettishly: "Sister Mai, today was so fun. From now on, you have to play with me like this every day..."
She was heartbroken and slowly hugged the child. After a while, she said softly: "Mai Xiaomai, I want to tell you something."
Seeing how cautious she was, the child tilted her head and said, "Sister Mai, what are you going to say?"
She said slowly: "I'll tell you a story."
"Okay, okay, Sister Mai, tell me quickly."
She paused, saying a thousand words, but she didn’t know how to tell them. Will the child understand? Will this story have an impact on the child’s life? She didn’t know, but she knew that she had to tell the child, even if
The child is young, even if he is not sensible, but he at least has the right to know.
"... When I was a child, my father loved me very, very much..."
The child tilted her head. If it had been in the past, she would have thought about what this "dad" she had never seen before looked like. By the way, Sister Mai always said in the past that her father was already dead. But now she already knows
, of course his “father” is not dead. But who is the dead “father”?
What is the difference between my own father and Sister Mai’s father?
She asked curiously: "Does your father love you as much as my father does?"
Qiao Xiaomai's eyes looked into the distance: "Yes. My father also loves me very, very much. My mother died of illness when I was very young. My father was afraid that I would be wronged and never remarried. He was afraid that my stepmother would treat me badly. There were many reasons.
People introduced him to him, but he refused..."
The child asked innocently: "Is your father afraid that you will become a dragster?"
Xiaomai nodded with a smile and continued: "At that time, my father's salary was quite good. Although we couldn't live in a big and nice house, we had everything at home. When I was twelve years old, my father gave me
I bought my first pair of earrings; when I was fifteen, my dad bought me my first long skirt; when I was seventeen, my dad bought me my first pair of high heels..."
Although she is the daughter of an ordinary family, her food and clothing since childhood were basically no worse than those of her surrounding classmates. It should be said that she is still above the average level. Because she is extremely favored and has good grades, she
There is no need to compare, I always feel happy, peaceful and full of hope for the future.
"Later, when I grew up, I thought that I must make money so that my father can live the best life. However, at this time, my father became ill..."
Slowly, as I grew up and graduated from college, my father thought of many ways and made many connections to get himself into a good employer. Then, he tried his best to hope that his daughter would marry a good family.
It can be said that in the first half of Qiao Xiaomai's life, if his father lived forever and if his father never got sick, nothing would change...
However, my father's serious illness changed everything.
From a well-off family, all the money is spent on their daughter. She doesn't think it's a big deal for food, clothing and housing, but when faced with hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars in medical expenses, it seems to be stretched thin.