On the second day of the blind date, the blind date's mother committed suicide.
When I rushed to the hospital, she held my hand and said sorry.
I smiled and comforted her: "Auntie, we just met once, don't think too much about it."
But she cried even harder: "No... I shouldn't have sent you away back then."
I was stunned.
Thirty years ago, I was the child abandoned by my biological mother at the door of the orphanage.
And today, the person I am going on a blind date with is my biological brother.
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She lay on the hospital bed, her wrists wrapped in bandages, crying and telling the secret that had been hidden for thirty years. It turned out that she didn't want me back then, but her husband's family forced her to choose one of the two. She thought that leaving me at the door of the orphanage was just a temporary farewell, and that she would come back to pick me up after I was settled. But when she came back three months later, someone told her: Your daughter has been adopted by a wealthy couple from Beijing.
She believed it. She knelt down and begged, crying and looking for her, but the man said, stop looking, the child has lived a good life.
So she lived with guilt for thirty years until she recognized the crescent-shaped birthmark on my left waist at the blind date table.
But that man lied to her.
I was not adopted. I waited in the orphanage for another three years, waiting for a couple, waiting for a home that was broken up in two years, and waiting for thirty years of growing up alone in the orphanage.
And now, she is in front of me. And the man who was picking up food for me yesterday - my biological brother.
He said: "Sister, I don't know."
He said: "My mother really came back to find you."
He said, "Can you forgive her?"
I looked at him and then at the woman crying in tears on the hospital bed.
Thirty years ago, she got down on her knees and begged someone to let me see her.
Thirty years later, here I stand, holding her hand.
Should I call her mom?
But I haven't said that word in thirty years, how can I say it now?
Intention: The truth has been buried by time for thirty years. What hurts more than abandonment is that I waited for you and you were blocked from the door.