A lucky Child
310 Words
Little Meng truly was a lucky child; she had escaped the “revenge game” of fate. Although A-Xu had "Xu" in his name, indicating emptiness, he still had a deep sense of humanity within him. As for little Meng, her love for her brother was pure, as clear as distilled water, with no impurities whatsoever. This love gradually doused the potential family feud sparked by A-Ming's temper. Love, at times, really can melt everything away.
But speaking of hatred, why does it even exist? Perhaps I am simply the kind of woman born under a “cursed star.”
A-Ming left too suddenly, like a fleeting dream. When I finally came to, I found myself alone again. No, I still had A-Xu!
When his family came to pack up their things, they stormed in like bandits invading a village, as if they were desperate to rummage through my belongings to find any trace of their family labels. Those relatives, who seemed so respectable on the surface, revealed their true colors one by one.
“This house belongs to our A-Ming!” “Where’s the savings book? Hand it over!” “If it weren’t for you being a husband-killer, would our A-Ming have left so early?”
Standing in the living room, I looked at this g**g of crazed intruders, sneering inwardly: Ah, they truly are a family, cut from the same cloth!
Before leaving, I took one last look at little Meng. This poor girl, only three years old, was about to be separated from her mother. But in this patriarchal family, as a “husband-killer” widow, what right did I have to take my child away?
On the morning of packing up, I felt surprisingly calm. Shoving all my belongings into the suitcase felt like packaging up a nightmare from the past and sending it away.
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