After My Children Took Me Out of the Mountains, I Smiled and Sent Them on Their Way

In the twenty-fifth year since I was abducted into the mountains, my son and daughter finally made something of themselves.

On Mid-Autumn Festival, they came to bring me out of the mountains early.

My daughter cried as she told me, “Mom, we found your parents.”

“They’re very rich. We’ll never have to live the way we used to again.”

My son peeled a crab for me himself. “Mom, you’ve worked so hard all these years.”

My hands trembled with excitement as I raised my glass with them.

An hour later, my children were lying on the floor.

After confirming they were dead, I called the police. “I killed my own children. I want to turn myself in.”