"Tingting, you have to be obedient." The mother said to the girl. She squatted down and held the girl's shoulders tightly with both hands.
"I know, I know." The girl was scared, and she promised not to play with classmates who were not good at studying in the same community or class.
The mother was satisfied, her pulled face finally softened, and she took the girl's hand and left.
I looked at their retreating figures and thought, if she is your daughter, then who am I, the mother?
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Purpose: looking for the truth