Pampering, what is it?

Take care of yourself? Caring warmth? All-inclusive arrogance?

I think it's all and it's not. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Pampering should be love from the heart. If you don't want your loved ones to be hurt, you'd rather get hurt yourself. Care, warmth, arrogance, these are also necessary things, right?

My sister and I were abandoned by our parents when we were young and ended up in an orphanage. Any idea what kind of place it is? At best, it can be called an orphanage, but if it is bad, it is a place where human trafficking is legal.

The orphanage where we live is sponsored by the state, and every year many wealthy people help us free of charge. I wish this was the case, but the reality is never what you think. Appropriation? Yes, but we still eat something not much better than pig food. Sponsor? Yes, but we still live in an unheated house.

If someone can adopt you, that's a blessing for you. Congratulations, you can finally get out of this hell. If no one adopts you, that's a blessing for you. Congratulations, you're ready to join us in seeing the hell of reality.

There will always be some orphans who disappear inexplicably, and the dean told us not to ask questions that shouldn't be asked. My sister and I can only think for the better, maybe they were just sold into a ravine? That's still alive. We don't dare to think about the bad place, to be pulled out of our organs alive or something......

You will say, I must be fooling, how can there be so darkness in this world? The orphanage is the "home" of the orphans, and we should live well.

Can I curse? Can't you? Then I don't have much more to say. Think about it if you want, I'm dying anyway.

From small to large. My only relative is my sister, and my sister's only relative is me, and we are twins. When was it abandoned? It was as if it was a baby at that time. Anyway, we don't have anything to identify ourselves, and the name was given by the dean. Just find a word from the dictionary and put it on our name. I have to thank him for not giving my sister and me two names.

When I was 10 years old, my sister and I were adopted. We feel lucky because in two days according to our age, maybe one of my sister and I will be the one who can't ask where we are going, or the two of us together.

But we don't know that that is the beginning of a new nightmare.

We were adopted by a middle-aged couple with a wealthy family. Our mother couldn't have children, so she wanted to go to an orphanage and adopt one. But I didn't expect to get two back at once. In the beginning, I was so happy, eating food that I would never have eaten before, sleeping in soft beds that I couldn't imagine, and heating in the winter. There is no need to worry about freezing to death.

New dads and new mothers treat us like their own children and raise us as if they were their own. It's a pity that happy times always pass so quickly, and before it was a year, they split up because of their father's second mother. Actually, isn't my mother, and every time my father is not at home, the uncle who comes to the house really doesn't know who it is?

We were awarded to Dad by the court, and it wasn't long before he married another woman. It seems common to hear classmates at school say this kind of thing. Because it is an upper-class, rich and powerful society. The new mother was able to have children and gave birth to a younger brother the year after we were adopted.

That's Dad's own son, and it's completely different from adopted daughters like us. Slowly, we stopped being noticed. Slowly. We become "eyesores", whether it's dad or the new mom. Because there is a question of property and face at stake. Legally we are their children, so they are afraid that my sister and I will fight for the family property with their biological children in the future. But send us away? I can't get over the face.

That's it. We were sent to a full-boarding school.

Sad?

No, there is no emotion where the sadness comes from, just a little loss. Not to remember the loss of our parents for the second time in our first life, but for the fear that they will no longer provide for us. We are still very young, and we have no ability to survive at all, and as long as they are really ruthless, we will go back to the orphanage and wait to become the ones who can't ask where they are.

Come to think of it, it shouldn't be so fast.

I think that by letting us out of the orphanage, God is giving us a chance to live a good life in the future. I didn't want to give up, so I studied hard and wanted to get into my best university in the future. As long as my sister and I go to college, then we can get rid of all the shackles, and it's a big deal that I can earn money for my sister and me to study.

It's naïve, isn't it?

Now that I think about it, that's true, but that's what I used to think.

But my sister doesn't think so.

She was the only relative I had in this world, and we ate together, slept together, and played together as children. Someone wanted to bully her, but I protected it because I was her sister. Even in the living hell of the orphanage, I still didn't want her to feel too much darkness.

So, she treats her adoptive parents as real parents.

That's why she was sad after she was sent away.

We, who have always depended on each other, suddenly had a disagreement here. I still remember crying and asking me why I didn't go and beg my dad so I wouldn't have to leave the house. Silly girl, if you ask for help, if you really ask him, we will be completely abandoned.

Anything can happen for the sake of the family.

In school, I had good grades and had a good chance of going to a good high school. There is an aristocratic high school in our city, and there are either top students or the second and third generations, and it is no problem to go to that school with my grades. As long as I get there, I can stop worrying about other things because the school will pay for me. If you are admitted to a good university, the school will also give you a bonus, which is enough to pay the tuition for the first year of college.

What about my sister?

She no longer studies, but chats with people all day long. I couldn't bear to scold her, I only occasionally said a few words to her, and she always responded casually, pretending to look at the book twice. I thought, so be it, she's my sister, and I'm not trying so hard to let her live the life she wants to live.

I have to work harder, harder!

But I didn't expect her to go out and mingle with people.

I felt something was wrong when she didn't go back to the dormitory that day, and when the teacher found me, I learned that she had been arrested by the police when she went to the bar outside with her classmates at night.

She's on drugs.

The adoptive parents lost face because of this incident, and we were completely kicked out of the house. There was no school, no more future, and we had to go back to that orphanage and die. I don't think so, I'd rather go outside and mess around than leave with my sister!

Another year has passed since then. It's a hard time, sometimes you have to beg for a living, and you have to be careful of those who come near you with bad intentions. Do you know where the disabled beggars on the street came from? I can tell you that they are all normal people, with their legs broken or amputated and sent to the streets to beg. If you can't get money, you have to be beaten, and even if you get it, you don't have any good treatment, such a person won't live long and will evaporate from the world.

I will earn money for eating, sleeping, clothes, and my sister's drugs.

Either way, she was my sister, my only sister.

On the day before the end came, I didn't make enough money to buy drugs, so I had to let her endure it first. But what? She ran out while I wasn't looking, trying to use her body to return the drugs. I knew that once I touched this business, I would never be able to leave it again, so I never touched it.

For my sister's sake, still, I'll come.

Just when I was in utter despair, the end times came. Is that the gospel? I guess so. For us sisters, a place with people is more like the end times than a place with monsters, at least monsters don't give you drugs. We struggle in the end times, avoiding monsters, hiding from humans, as long as we can keep our sister alive.

Until that day, I was caught. It was a bunch of cannibalistic "humans" who, unfortunately, had been targeted for a long time. They tortured me and asked me where the little girl I was with was.

Will I tell them?

Sister, live well.

This is the last favor that my sister can give you.

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