I originally just sponsored a student from a poor mountainous area as usual.
I have average grades and a silent personality. Like all the names that briefly appeared in my life, I should have stopped with just one transfer.
Until his sophomore year in high school, both his parents died.
That day when I got home from get off work in Australia, the moment I received the call, I realized for the first time——
This is not a relationship that can just "end there."
I took him away from the mountains, handled guardianship, and sent him to a new school.
I told everyone he was only staying temporarily.
I told myself that I was just his teacher.
But when he stood at the door of my house, he didn't have much luggage, but his eyes looked at me very seriously——
I began to understand that there are certain lines that once crossed, there is no going back.
This is a story about sponsorship, guardianship, growth and loss of control.
He is also an adult, gradually moving towards an imbalance between responsibility and emotion.
He is sixteen years old, and I am twenty-eight years old.
Under a legal relationship, everything seems too quiet.
