My mother, who had worked so hard to raise me, actually said that I was not picked up by her. How could I possibly believe this nonsense of national unity? It wasn't until one day that someone who claimed to be my biological mother came to my house. She was standing at my door wearing a brand name I had never seen before, and I realized that my mother who had raised me since I was not lying to me. So should I leave my mother and go to a stranger's house? I love you, Mom. I love the mother who raised me up since I was a child. Mom, do you still love me when she is here...
Intention: The person who gave birth to me may not love me, but the person who raised me from childhood must really love me.