I have the best mom in the world.
Her name is Ranyi, she is a primary school Chinese teacher, and everyone likes her very much.
"Ren Yunyou, your mother is so gentle."
"I like Teacher Ren the most!"
"Yes, Teacher Ren's class is very interesting."
Hum, that's natural, my mother is the best in the world.
My mommy is also the best in the world.
Her name is Ruan Mianmian, and she is also a teacher, but she is a teacher in a cram school.
I asked her why she didn't become colleagues with her mother?
She said she was not as powerful as her mother and could only find such a job.
I don't understand, because I think mommy is also super powerful.
She can always conjure up all kinds of things from her bag, snacks that mom is not allowed to eat, good comics, cute plush pendants... Teach me how to swim and ride a bicycle. Mommy can do everything, like a superman.
I love my mother and I love my mommy.
With them by my side, I am the happiest child in the world.
I originally thought that all children have two mothers, but it wasn't until I entered kindergarten that I realized that most children actually only have one mother.
I am secretly happy that I am a different kid.
I called them mom at first, but every time they would answer me in unison, which was really inconvenient, so I suggested——
"Then I can call one Mom and the other Xiao Mom."
Mom just took a sip of milk, and her face turned red when she heard my words.
"Then call me mommy." Mommy smiled for a long time before saying to me.
Although they never told me, I knew that I was not their biological child because I saw a red book with "Adoption Registration Certificate" written on it at home, and I knew what those words meant.
None of these things affect their love for me, nor do they affect my love for them.
My grandparents also love me very much.
Every time I was criticized by my mother, I would run behind my grandma, and she would protect me and prepare delicious food for me.
My aunt is also very nice. She always brings me gifts whenever I come home, but she is so timid and is more afraid of my mother than I am.
I happily finished kindergarten and lived with my mother in a community two streets away from the school, living a happy life.
Until one day when I was in second grade, my mother suddenly stopped living with us at home.
She didn't go home for a long, long time.
There is a classmate in our class whose parents also live separately. Her mother and father are getting divorced, and she is struggling with whether to stay with her mother or her father.
I don't want to be separated from my mother, and I don't want to be separated from my mommy.
My mother must have been sad too. Although she still went to and from school with me as before, told me bedtime stories, and took me back to my grandma's house for dinner, I knew she was sad.
"Mom, does mommy not want us?" I asked my mother after she told me a bedtime story that day.
I pulled up the quilt, leaving only my eyes outside. I didn't want my mother to see the corners of my mouth that turned downward.
She was stunned for a moment, then picked up the kitten doll her mother bought and placed it next to me.
"How could Mommy not want you? She loves you the most." Mom left a good night kiss on my forehead.
"I believe mom." I nodded and closed my eyes.
Drowsily, I heard my mother whisper:
"She just doesn't want me anymore."
Intention: Love is the greatest
