When I was four years old, my mother pinched the fortune teller's words, "My sister is like my father, and my destiny brings wealth."
Without hesitation, he dragged his sister away from home.
I was left to guard my alcoholic and cruel father and my surroundings of poverty.
When she was seven years old, she came back, in a daze and in a state of embarrassment, except for her younger sister who was well-dressed.
>A year later, my mother disappeared again, but this time she only took herself with her.
Neighbors cursed her for being cruel and cruel;
Until my sister secretly handed me a wrinkled medical certificate:
"My mother was crazy, but she said she had to let me live for my brother."
Reader comments
I shed tears after reading this. I feel sorry for a mother who is suffering from illness and suffering in a difficult life. She hates the evil traffickers who have no conscience and abduct sick women and young children. I hope that all the trafficked people in the world will be reborn as soon as possible.
I shed tears after reading this. I feel sorry for a mother who is suffering from illness and suffering in a difficult life. She hates the evil traffickers who have no conscience and abduct sick women and young children. I hope that all the trafficked people in the world will be reborn as soon as possible.