I was conceived when my mother was raped by a human trafficker.
The day she was rescued, I became a little beggar everyone despised.
My mother hated me, and the woman at the welfare home couldn't stand me.
I wandered alone for a long time, until I was coughing up blood day and night.
At last, I found my mother again.
She misunderstood me. Shock in her eyes quickly gave way to revulsion, and she shoved me away. “Get out! Who told you to come here?”
I begged timidly, “Mom, I'm about to die. Could you buy me the cheapest grave?”
My mother agreed.
But three days later, the plot had been transferred.
She'd rather bury a dog there than leave it to me.
My mother sneered. “Aren't you supposed to be dying? How are you still standing here?”
