On the day her mother divorced, she was only five years old. The father watched her mother pack her luggage and clothes and keep smoking, she kept running behind her mother who didn't want to pay attention to her for some reason, until her mother pushed her away, turned around and went out without looking back, and the father with a gloomy face suddenly came back to his senses, ran over and ran to the hospital with her forehead bright red.

The doctor said that she hit her head and needed to be hospitalized for observation, and her father used all his savings to pay for the medical bills.

Later, she was nine years old. The father pulled a woman of the same age as her mother to her and told her: she will be Yaya's mother from now on! That time, she hated her father, and even more hated that aunt to death, completely forgetting that in the past four years without her mother's company, it had always been "her" who took care of her, and suddenly pounced on it and scratched the woman's face, leaving a thin line of bright red.

Three years later, she was twelve years old. Because she was ridiculed by her classmates for running away with someone else, she didn't want her anymore, she started to hurt her classmates, the head teacher punished her to go home and think about it, and she was not allowed to go to class for a week, and the stepmother who had been called by her with the word "feed" angrily ran to the school theory, but she paid her classmates' medical bills, but let her classmates apologize to her for taking it. She looked at her stepmother and suddenly burst into tears.

Two years later, she was fourteen years old. She fell in love with a handsome boy in the class, she liked to watch him play basketball, she liked his elegance when he ate, and she liked the evil smile on the corner of his mouth when he spoke...... The female classmates in her class wrote a long love letter to the boy, and stuffed it into the boy's bag, but when she entered the classroom the next day, she found that her letter was posted on the class affairs column, and the classmates were pointing at it. The stepmother who arrived when she heard the wind took her hand and said in front of everyone: Please believe that my daughter is a good child, she just wants to express her emotions!

A year later, she was fifteen years old. She went shopping with her classmates and went home early, and heard what her father said: "At the beginning, you promised that you would never have children without her permission, but Xiuhua, we are all forty, and if you take care of the sprouts and don't want children, you may really have no chance in this life." The stepmother interrupted him: "Yaya is also my child, let's not say I'm used to it, besides, I don't think I'm a saint, if I have a child, it will inevitably be imbalanced between my own and adopted daughter, and then Yaya will be wronged, don't you feel distressed?" ”

Two years later, she was seventeen years old. High school graduate. Her father is forty-one, her stepmother is nearly forty, and she was about to tell her stepmother about the promise, but she received the news that her father had died in a car accident and was shot ineffectively. She rushed home in an instant, like a lightning strike, and all she saw was her father's pale face and the sympathetic eyes of her neighbors, and her stepmother had already been sent to the inner hall crying, and she numbly dealt with her father's funeral, and at the same time was ready to face everything alone.

Later, it was time for her to go to college. She planned to find a part-time job near the school in advance, but at the moment when she dragged her suitcase out, her stepmother, who thought she had left, suddenly came back, and her stepmother stuffed a bank card to her: This is left to you by your father, you just have to study with peace of mind, and your aunt will help you save enough for tuition!

Four years later, she graduated from college. Working for a multinational company, with a monthly income of tens of thousands, her stepmother agreed to move into the house she rented in a community under her persuasion several times. On that day, while she was sorting out her clothes in the old house, she pulled out a pile of blood sales slips from under her stepmother's bed, dated from a month after her father's death four years ago to a few months before she graduated from college. She finally understood the reason why her stepmother, who knew that her father had been working poorly and their family was in debt, and her monthly income could only support the family, was able to take out tens of thousands of savings for her to go to that high-cost university, and she could provide her living expenses without interruption during the four years of college.

A year later, she was promoted to deputy head of the department with her outstanding ability, but before she had time to share the joy with her stepmother, she saw her mother at home who had not shown up for more than ten years, and her stepmother looked at her with a face full of entanglement and loneliness.

Her steps froze slightly, and then she walked over with a casual smile and hugged her stepmother's arm: Mom, there are guests?

It was the first time she used this sacred word to call her stepmother, and there was no shyness in her heart as she expected, but her face was full of firmness to support her stepmother, and at that moment, she obviously felt her stepmother's trembling.

The mother was a little embarrassed, but the mother still did not hesitate to explain the intention: she and her second husband's child died of a serious illness, and the company under her husband's name was not inherited, and they wanted to inherit her household registration and take over the company after a hundred years, so as not to ruin her husband's hard work due to no one inheriting.

She sneered: You didn't go to see me when I was injured and hospitalized, you didn't think of me when I was left out and pointed at by others, and you didn't think about me when my father died. Now that your son is dead, do you want me to leave my mother behind to take care of you?

After the mother left, the stepmother kept rubbing her hands like a child who had done something wrong: Yaya, how do you know these things? Ya Ya, is your aunt bothering you? Ya Ya, she is your biological mother after all, why do you say it so absolutely?

She covered her face weakly, tears like pearls that had fallen off: Mom, you don't even want your own children for me, even if you sell blood, you have to guard a down-and-out home for me, in the past ten years, you have sacrificed enough for me and my father, I have always remembered that even if I am miserable and depressed in the future, I will not give you up for her money, for me now, she is not worthy!

She used to be so eager for her mother to see her, but her mother never remembered it, and now her mother wants to turn back, it depends on whether she is willing or not, right?

There were still tears in the corners of her eyes, but she tried to smile at her stepmother: Mom, I only cried for her one last time, and after this time, I will only cry for you!