My mother is a mysterious woman.
Before I was nine years old, I didn't know her name, let alone what she looked like.
She was a taboo that my dad could not touch;
It's the top beam that my grandpa said was so crooked;
Only in my aunt's house can I have a few good words.
I'm just curious, why do you two hate my mother so much?
In my imagination, my parents must have had an unhappy past.
Until one day, my grandfather shouted: "She wants her children to take her last name! She also steps on your head to pick peaches! Isn't this going against the grain!"
Until one day, I walked into my dad's study and saw a photo of my mom and him...?
The full text is narrated from the first perspective (daughter's perspective) and tells the story of parents' hatred and love.
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Intention: Feel the complete person with your heart, not the person in people's mouth
