I didn't know what a mom was, I didn't know who I could call mom, no one ever told me, and I never heard anyone else say it. Because there are only two people in my family, one is me and the other is ...... I don't know if he's my dad or not.

What is someone else?

Isn't it other than us...... Someone other than me and him is called someone else?

If so, there's only one person I know of...... A woman who claims to be my aunt.

"What's Auntie?" I asked her.

"My aunt is your mother's sister, and I am your mother's sister." She said.

"But what is a mother?" I continued to ask.

"Mom? Mom is the one who married your father and gave birth to you. She laughed and said, her voice is very sweet, I don't know what words to use to describe her voice, because I just learned the word, I think her voice should be suitable for this word, she said she is very similar to my mother, I don't know what she means very similar, but I think, my mother's voice must be sweeter. So, I don't talk to her much...... In fact, he didn't talk to her much.

She probably lives far away, I think so, because she doesn't come very often, and every time she comes, it takes a long time for her to come again...... I didn't like her coming, I don't know what it was like, I just didn't want her coming, even though she said she looked exactly like my mom, I always didn't want her to come. One of the reasons is that when she comes to my house, she always carries a lantern that is exactly the same as my mother's...... The lantern is also my mother's. I love lanterns, but I just don't like her.

Whenever she came to my house, she always liked to pull my face:

"Let my aunt see, do you look like me?" She always said that, and although she had asked many times, every time she came, she kept asking, and kept asking.

"Alas...... How? Why aren't you like me at all? "It's like that every time.

"No matter how you look at it, you look like my brother-in-law's child, you should be like my ......"

"What is a brother-in-law?" I asked.

"My brother-in-law is my sister's husband, do you understand?"

"Who's your sister's husband?"

"It's the one who raised you now!" She laughed again, and she smiled nicely, but I'm sure she wasn't as good as my mom's smile, and although I hadn't met my mom, I knew it had to be like this.

I'm not like her, and I'm glad I'm not like her. But I imagine her so much...... I imagined my mom.

Why is my hair not straight, even though they are black, why are my eyes orange? Why can't I have cold eyes like my aunt or my father? My aunt's eyes were as gray as glass......

I asked him,

"Where's my mother? I don't like my aunt coming, I want to live with my mother! "I don't like to call him Daddy.

"She can't live with us." He said...... I saw his beautiful blue eyes flashing...... in the flow.

"Where is she? Why can't you stay with us? I asked.

"Because she's dead."

"Why didn't we and my aunt die?"

"We're not like her."

"We? Do we have an aunt among us? ”

"Yes."

I don't like it, I know it's called hate, I hate my aunt! Why is my mom dead and she still alive? She should die and it shouldn't be my mom who died!

"Why is my mom different from us?"

"She doesn't want to be like me. She said to me, 'I don't care what you are, I don't care how you live, if you eat meat, I will feed you with my own flesh, if you drink blood, I will give you my blood, I will live with you, you can't force me to do the rest.' ’”

"Does my mom hate you?"

"She loves me more than anyone else."

"But she didn't live with you......"

"She's not me, I have two different minds with her, and sometimes there will be some similarities, but they will never be the same. Therefore, she never asks about what I do, and I never interfere in her affairs. Let her be like me, unless she wants to. ”

"Then she didn't want to be like you until she died?"

"Yes."

"Then why haven't I seen her?"

"You've slept for a hundred years."

"So mom lives in the daytime?"

"Yes."

I suddenly began to be not afraid of the day, I was not afraid of it anymore, although it hurt us, but I was not afraid of it, I didn't know what it was for, maybe it was because of my mother.

When I saw that other red light again, I loved it......

That's my mom's stuff, he said, and he was talking to my aunt while combing my hair.