The Poor Student I Sponsored Wants to Be My Mom's Daughter

My mom supported Shen Yao for a full ten years.

Over those ten years, my mom's care for her had long gone beyond what you would expect from a sponsor.

There were even many times when I felt like I was the outsider who didn't belong.

It started when Shen Yao entered middle school.

My mom personally oversaw every tuition payment, every study guide, and even a single ice cream for her in the summer.

When Shen Yao graduated from college and entered the workforce, that care didn't diminish. It only grew more intense.

For every new outfit, my mom personally picked it out at a luxury mall, had Shen Yao try it on, then happily packed it up and sent it to her.

My mom always liked to take my hand, speaking with a kind of almost obsessive pity:

"Qing'er, you're lucky. You were born into privilege, so you'll never know what hardship is."

"But poor Yaoyao has had such a hard life. She was born in those backwoods mountains where people eat each other alive. Apart from us, she has no one else in the world to rely on."

Back then, I was moved by this boundless maternal love too. I thought doing charity and helping the disadvantaged was only right, and a way to earn good karma.

That is, until my thirtieth birthday.