My Mother Is the Fake Daughter in a Period Novel

My mother is the fake daughter in the period novel. On the day when the real daughter returned to the city, my mother hugged the two-year-old me and left the house. In the original novel, she set up a stall to support me through college and died of illness at the age of fifty. The last words before her death were: "Nier, Mom, this life was worth it." But I'm not worth it. She didn't know that when she was young, she could write well and her teacher said she could get into normal school. She didn't know that the clothes she sewed were more beautiful than those in department stores, and the supply and marketing cooperative wanted to recruit her as a tailor. She doesn't even know—— The man who asked her to divorce later knelt in front of his real daughter for thirty years, and she never dreamed about it once. So I'm back. It's not rebirth, it's not passing through a book. I am the train she missed when she was forty-five years old, the cotton-padded jacket that made her blind, and the college entrance examination registration form that she put under her pillow and tore up. The system asked me: Host, your mission is to help mother counterattack. I said: Wrong. I won't help her fight back, nor will I choose a man for her. I only do one thing for her - Give her back the things she gave up for "me" one by one. I was two years old the day my mother tore up the registration form. I lay on her knees and said in a voice that only I could hear: "Mom, you go first this time." "I'm chasing you." She didn't hear it. But it doesn't matter. I have thirty years, so I slowly told her.