On the day of freshman registration.
I ran into Meng Beichen, whom I had divorced five years ago.
And my son, who had said he never wanted to see me again.
Meng Beichen approached awkwardly.
“Ah Shuang, what a coincidence. Xiaoze was assigned to your class.”
I simply took the student information form and handled it as a matter of routine.
In the box for mother, the name “Cheng Jiaxin” was written in plain sight.
Just then, my son awkwardly forced the word “Mom” through his teeth.
I looked up at the face of someone related to me by blood.
“You can call me Ms. Lin.”
Meng Beichen hesitated. “Ah Shuang, you're not the same as you used to be.”
I smiled.
There was nothing different, really.
I just didn't love them anymore.
