The master asked me if I had ever gone to school and didn't know French, and I said that I did.

The master also said that because I went to school, I must have a social security number.

And this social security number plus a legal guardian certificate can apply for an ID card.

So all I need now is to find my mom and ask for this social security number.

After asking her to write a certificate that I am her son.

In this way, I can easily get a French ID card and go back to China.

And after I got my luggage ready, I thought about going to my mother.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, I temporarily left my luggage in the hotel in Little Asia.

I came to my parents' house three kilometers away.

I was at the coffee shop in front of my house, ordered an espresso and sat at the gate waiting.

I wish my mom would show up and ask her to do me a little favor.

I don't think there's a reason for her to refuse, it's just a certificate and a string of numbers.

I kept looking at the direction of my home, and the windows and curtains were closed at this time.

I haven't been here in a few years and there has been a lot of change around me.

I just wish they hadn't moved and were still living here.

As for the appearance of my parents, I will never forget this in my life.

But six years have passed, and hopefully they won't be so old that I can't recognize them.

It lasted for two hours, and it was close to five o'clock in the evening.

I saw a Japanese car all the way, and the black windows made it impossible for me to see inside.

But I still saw my parents in the cab at a glance, and they were sitting together in the car at the moment.

They drove into the complex, apparently to the underground parking lot.

I was in a trance, and at the moment they were going home together.

This is a little different from what I thought, not like back then, when Dad came home first and then Mom.

I was stunned for about half an hour, very uncomfortable and overwhelmed.

I don't know if I'll be able to wait any longer until Mommy comes out alone.

If I continue to do this, what should I do if we all come together tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow?

I bravely walked to 402 on the fourth floor, the door of my parents' house.

I'm standing in the doorway, my heart beating faster.

I didn't want to see my dad, but I knew my mom and dad were in there at the moment.

The moment I pressed the doorbell, I panicked and hurriedly ran to the back of the hallway.

I hid around the corner and pricked up my ears to listen to the sound of the door opening ringing in my ears.

It was very calm afterwards and there was no sound of the door closing.

It's a little weird, I thought about it.

It's mom who comes out, and dad or both of them run away outside the door.

I poked my head out quickly, half of my head stunned in the hallway, and I didn't come out or run away.

Because at this time there was a little boy standing in front of his parents' door.

My head hurts a little because this door should have been opened by this boy.

The little boy looks like an Asian, and there is an indescribable feeling.

The feeling was very familiar, because the little boy and I were kind of similar.

A familiar voice rang out, and I could tell it was my mother. She speaks French, which means that a fool opens the door without asking who is at the door? What if it's the bad guys? What if I got you gone.

The little boy also replied in French, meaning that there was no one at the door.

It seems that the little boy did not see me, and it was at this moment that half of my head was exposed in the dimly lit hallway.

The mother appeared at the door, grabbed the little boy and pulled him back to the room, saying something.

It was quiet, and their conversation was very clear to my ears.