I got a call from my daughter saying her father had died after drinking pesticide. My heart ached, and tears quietly fell.
Standing before his grave, I remembered when his family moved out of the mountains. On a rainy day, under the careful machinations of his mother, I went from an innocent girl to his woman. That was when my life of hardship began.
After one disappointment after another, ten years ago, I finally obtained a divorce judgment from him, agreeing to pay him 45,000 yuan in compensation. From then on, we became strangers who knew each other better than anyone.
After the divorce, he never gave either of our two children a cent in support. Instead, he used the compensation money to find one woman after another. Once he had spent it all, every one of them ruthlessly abandoned him. Then he suffered a cerebral infarction. At last, with no other way out, he took a bottle of pesticide to his father’s grave. His hands trembling, he opened the cap, tilted his head back, and gulped it down...
Wonderful, keep it up. . .