She left her family

Chapter 2 Fearful

"Lucy Morano, you..."

Martha Parisi choked on her words, her face pale with anger, her blood pressure soaring.

Seeing this, her sister, Sunny Frye, leaped up like a turkey, hands on her hips, and roared angrily:

"Lucy Morano, don't be ungrateful. My brother and mother are doing this for your own good. You spent a year in a mental hospital, and who knows if you're mentally sound now.

You've been making such a fuss the moment you came back, upsetting the whole family. Are you doing this on purpose?"

"I told you, I came back just to be with my daughter for her birthday. None of you have the right to stop me."

Lucy Morano had just arrived home from a long journey and was clearly exhausted. She didn't want to argue with them anymore, so she simply stated her stance and position directly.

Then, crouching down, she stepped towards her daughter, a gentle smile spreading across her haggard face. As she walked, she pulled out a handmade knitted doll in the shape of Kuromi from her bosom.

This was made during countless lonely nights in the mental hospital.

She had sewed it stitch by stitch, each one filled with longing for her daughter.

"Susanna, look, this is a gift from your mother. Do you like it?"

Lucy Morano said softly, a hint of flattery in her voice.

She knelt down and tried to pass the doll to Susanna William.

Susanna William didn't even glance at it. She raised her hand and roughly slapped the doll away from her hands, her tone filled with disgust:

"I don't like such an ugly doll!"

The doll fell to the ground.

Lucy Morano's heart suddenly tightened, as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand.

Lucy Morano squeezed her eyes hard, holding back the hot tears. Susanna had suffered a difficult labor, injuring her uterus. Later, her loving parents also passed away. Her daughter was her only family left in this world.

She truly didn't want to lose her.

She slowly bent down, squatting in front of her daughter, and coaxed her softly:

"Baby, if you don't like this doll, I'll buy you something else later. We won't be angry anymore, okay?"

"No!" Susanna William turned away, avoiding Lucy Morano's gaze, and ruthlessly refused.

Lucy Morano felt a bitterness well up in her throat.

She suppressed her inner grief and tried to get her daughter's attention again:

"Susanna, I know you're probably still angry with me. I wasn't able to be with you this year. It's my fault.

But I really miss you. I think about you every day..."

"Go away! I don't want to hear you!"

Susanna William suddenly screamed, her shrill voice piercing the restaurant's previously cheerful atmosphere.

Her eyes were red, tears welling up in them. "You've been gone for so long, never coming back to see me, and now you're here! I don't want you to be my mother!"

She then turned sideways, wrapped her arms tightly around Celie Breen's arm, and said with a sweet smile, "Aunt Celie is with me every day, and she even bought me beautiful dresses and cakes. I only want Aunt Celie!"

Celie Breen's face was shrouded in pride. She gently stroked Susanna William's hair and said softly, "

Susanna, just be good, and Aunt Celie will have more surprises for you in the future!"

Her gentle tone was as if she were Susanna William's biological mother, and every move exuded intimacy and a sense of rightness.

Seeing this, Lucy Morano felt the pain in her heart surge like a surging tide, completely overwhelmed.

She couldn't help but recall Susanna's appearance as a newborn, the first time she smiled at her, the first time she called her "Mom."