My mother doesn't want me anymore.
However, it was also predicted that I was the illegitimate child born out of a moment of compassion for her. Maybe I looked similar to that doggy man, or maybe she hated me for ruining her life for more than ten years and had never been kind to me.
She gave me to my distant uncle, but the way he looked at me was not right. Like lovers reunited after a long absence.
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"Your mother told me that you're an adult, so I can do whatever I want, just give you food and don't starve to death." He didn't wait for me to answer, and said to himself, with a sarcastic smile on his face, "I admit that you look like my type, and the so-called blood relationship cannot be established. This is indeed the reason why I keep you."
It's so funny, it turns out they're not my new family, but my sponsor who wants to keep me
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"Why me?" I raised my head to look at him, racking my brains and I couldn't think of anything worth caring about.
"Think for yourself." He touched the top of my head. I even wondered if the top of my head was going bald due to his rubbing.
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"Big liar." I looked at the small cake in front of me. I had just bought it from a cake shop I passed by. The man who promised to celebrate my birthday was having a candlelight dinner with another person.
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Goodbye was at a wedding. I looked at him in a suit, holding a girl in a wedding dress with a bright smile on his arm. I really want to let go, but my heart is clenching and aching. The funny thing is, I have no identity at all to be sad.
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"Mr. Shi, do you want to have a relationship with me, without a transaction?" I straightened his tie and asked pretending not to care.
"I've been waiting for this sentence for a long time." He kissed my forehead as if he were treating a treasure.
"Then why don't you tell me yourself."
"I just want to hear what you have to say."
Demining: first person, there is a blood relationship between attack and attack, but not much
Concept: The collision of love and ethical bottom line