She was stopped at the door. "Abel, let me in, let me see Alaina. You can't be so cruel. I'm Alaina's mother! She said she missed her mother!"
This sentence was like a fuse that ignited my anger. I rudely pulled her over, threw her in front of Alaina's grave, took out a diary from my arms, and smashed it on her. "When Alaina needed you, you were not there. Now you come here pretending to love her. Take a good look at Alaina's diary. What have you done for her all these years? What qualifications do you have to be her mother?"
Adelyn read every page carefully. The notes were childish, each word expressing her longing for maternal love, but all she got was neglect, suspicion, and disgust.
The little girl didn't know why her mother hated her so much, she just tried hard and clumsily to
