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Hidden love

There are many ways to love in this world. No matter how to choose, love is still, affection is still. Even if it is temporarily lost in time, when you need it, it will break through the ice and become a powerful force to warm the heart.

By Jane OxleyPublished 2 years ago 5 min read
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She always thought she was redundant. At home, it was never taken seriously. At dinner, the meat is put in the brother's bowl, she can do, is the last to pick up the leftovers.

She thought she had picked it up. Otherwise, why were she treated so differently from her brother?

Her only consolation was a beautiful pencil case found in the trash. It contained a college schedule and two neutral pens. The pen is reluctant to use, she hung in the breast pocket, small heart brewing college dream. When she grew up, she wanted to leave this place as far away as possible.

Once, the school had to hold a parents' meeting. She went home and told her mother, who unexpectedly agreed. She was so excited that she didn't sleep well all night.

On the day of the parents' meeting, she waited early at the school gate. When her mother lurched up to her with a smile, she was greeted with a cold question, "Where is your brother's classroom? He's going to have a parent-teacher meeting, so take me there." It was as if she had been pushed into an ice cellar and turned cold. She cried as her mother hurried away.

From then on, she had no further expectations for her parents. Composition class, as long as related to parents, her content is only four words: hate hate. Kind-hearted teachers communicate with parents, did not expect to hear is cold words.

Soon after, the family money was lost, and her mother thought she had stolen it, and she was made to stand in the snow without moving. The exasperated mother slapped her in the face. "Where's the money?" she asked angrily. She said she didn't steal it. After standing all night, she insisted, "I didn't steal it."

She left the house early in the morning. In that year, she was fourteen years old and had only fifty cents.

For two months, she walked to Guangzhou. When she was tired, she would take a nap under someone's eaves; Hungry, from the trash can to pick some other people did not eat the bread and steamed bread to satisfy hunger. Soon after arriving in Guangzhou, she fainted in front of a university. A kind professor adopted her and she became the adopted daughter of the new family.

The professor put her through high school and college.

After graduating from college, she entered a foreign company. Five years later, she has her own company, a house and a car of her own.

All these years, she never contacted the people in her hometown, she thought she could clear the wind. Until one day, she ran into her former friend on the street, who was surprised and asked her, "You haven't seen your father? He looked everywhere for you. I heard your mother blamed herself all these years. She's ill, very ill. ' She bit her lip and said nothing. She did not allow herself to think about it, but her parents stood out in the memory.

She picked her father out of the crowd at once. Father is old and senile. The father said, "Your brother has quit his job. Can you arrange a job for him?" Her smile stopped and her hands froze in midair.

The old pain came back to her and she wanted to tell her father aloud, "If it wasn't for her brother, she wouldn't have had such a miserable childhood!" Looking at her old father, she couldn't bear to say.

Father left the next morning and she didn't see him off.

Know the news of mother crazy, is in three months later, then guangzhou snow. Her heart, cold as snow.

The foster mother said, "You go home and have a look, maybe it's not what you think." On the way home, she called her brother. She thought she had a heart of stone. At the moment of the call, she understood that the fragile ice in her heart had melted.

Mother danced around the room with her favorite pencil case, calling her by her nickname. When everyone tried to dissuade her, she pounced on her, crying out -- Mother, I'm back!

That one mother, let everyone cry. The mother stopped, stunned, then turned her head and said with a smile, "Girl, you have finally come to see me. I have been waiting for you for thirteen years. Thirteen years! Mother was wrong for thirteen years."

His uncle took her hand and said, "Actually, your brother is not your parents' biological. That year, your father and I were out digging coal, and there was a cave-in, and a kind fellow miner took us out, and he stayed down there forever. The miner's wife died soon after, leaving behind a three-month-old boy. Your father couldn't bear it, so he carried him over. I've been meaning to tell you the truth, but your parents won't let me, because they're afraid you'll find out and discriminate against him. Your mother said she'd rather owe you than him..."

She could not listen, and her eyes glistened. That night, she slept in a bed with her brother by her left hand and her mother by her right, her head tilted on her shoulder and she snored slightly.

Father said he had never seen his wife sleep so soundly in years.

There are many ways to love in this world. No matter how to choose, love is still, affection is still. Even if it is temporarily lost in time, when you need it, it will break through the ice and become a powerful force to warm the heart.

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