It hurts.

In the mirror, there are bruises on his face, neck, and body, and when the vulgar man beats himself in the afternoon, he can't do it seriously.

Since the detection of magic power, such pain has become a daily routine. The dirty and fishy magic, just by being around, you can feel the feeling of vertigo, so it was vigorously promoted by the village's testing agency as the cursed child, and it happened to meet the child who was tested together in the village immediately fell ill, and more people were willing to believe their words. My father's illness was compounded by his hard work, and the villagers were sarcastically saying that I was a cursed child, and would beat me up when they saw me walk out of the house.

Sometimes, just basking in the sun at the door of the house, I will be beaten for no reason, and there are also people from institutions who support me, so I want to die like this.

Finally, my mother wanted to take us somewhere else to live, but the day before, my father was beaten to death for speaking for me. My mother and I packed up our things and left that night, and my mother, who numbly entrusted me to my best friend and aunt, also collapsed. Maybe it's because the wind is too cold at night, or maybe it's because I haven't eaten for too long and I'm starving, am I going to die too?

It's so cold, and it hurts.

I thought that after my aunt heard my news, she would also throw me out because my mother died. Unexpectedly, my aunt hurriedly fed me medicine, it was a very cold medicine, and after drinking it, I felt that I had been kicked out by death again, and they refused to accept me.

My aunt gave me a bath and wiped my wound with a very cold potion, and also gave me a full body examination, maybe I was frightened by the countless pus wounds on my body, and I was crying all the time, what a sentimental aunt.

Auntie found a lot of ointment and poured it into the bathtub and let me soak in the bathtub, which hurt a little, but there was no such feeling of drilling.

What a waste it was for me to lie on a bed with a cotton cushion, covered with a quilt, and have my own room. I couldn't sleep, I closed my eyes and I was beaten hard by the fierce people, it hurt, I was scared, but I couldn't resist, they seemed to enjoy the process, but they were often annoyed because I didn't make a sound.

I don't know if I fell asleep last night, but I should have been in a coma, my memory is not very clear, the tattered clothes on my body were replaced by my aunt into new clothes, when was the last time I had such clothes? I forgot, maybe I didn't. Hiss, the wound cracked again.

I actually ate meat, I used to eat meat at home, and I couldn't eat meat once in dozens of days, so it was difficult to eat enough, if only my parents could eat at that time......

My aunt has a son, he is very strange, and when he hears that I am a cursed child, he actually thinks he is very handsome, and I don't know if his brain is broken. He wouldn't beat me like any other kid, but he would follow me wherever I went. Maybe I'm afraid that I won't be able to pay my mother if I lose it, I think it should be like this.

On the tenth day of coming here, the wounds on my body are healed, what a miracle, during this period, I wanted to kill myself, but every time I was stopped by him, is it too obvious that I did it.

He was a picky eater, and it was very distressing that he always put all the vegetables and meat he didn't eat into my bowl and wouldn't allow me to refuse.

His grandfather was also very weird, even though I was not from their family, he kept buying me things and making me eat things that I had never eaten before, and of course I didn't eat much. He likes to talk to me very much, and will let me sit next to him and listen to his old stories, which is really a rich life.

That boy was really weird, I didn't even say it, he was like he could read minds, maybe that's why I couldn't kill myself...... Having said that, I don't seem to have committed suicide for more than ten days, it's strange, I used to be able to aim the blade at myself without hesitation, why can't I do it now?

He's weird, he's going to rush from my room to me whenever I scream, and he's always disgraced.

I didn't know until today that his father was out doing research when he was affected by an assistant's mistake and died. But he won't be uncomfortable because of this, he always smiles at everyone, doesn't he have no heart and lungs? I don't really understand. But ah, there seems to be a picture of his dad in his room, and sometimes you can see him looking at the picture in a daze through the crack in the door, what a weirdo.

I've been here for a year, and everyone seems to be used to such days, especially grandpa, who completely treats me as his granddaughter, and takes me out for a walk every day, and he always smiles very happily, which is really good.

The boy would always give me his inventions, but they weren't very practical, and they ended up piling up in Grandpa's room, and Grandpa was very happy and had a lot of fun.

When I went out recently, I accidentally released my magic power, and I was disgusted by the boys in the park, and one of them came and kicked me, it hurt, and I haven't experienced this feeling for a long time.

"What are you doing?"

Although he is a picky eater and picky about many things, he wants me to help him recycle them, but he is still quite powerful, and he knocked down the boy with one punch, and he looks quite angry. So I got into a fight with three boys and ran them all away, so why get angry?

I couldn't open my eyes because of my magic, but he was still holding on, carrying me home...... Go home?

When the aunt heard what happened, she didn't blame him, but smiled happily.

"There's another time, you can start a little heavier."

It turns out that the aunt is violent?

"It's really fine, vomit and vomit ......"

While holding back the desire to vomit, he drugged himself and asked his aunt to take care of me. It's weird.

"You're finally smiling, it's the first time I've seen you smile."

Laughed? Who? Me? He's just looking at me, that's me, am I smiling? I don't know, but my face isn't necrotic.

Auntie hugged me and rubbed my head again, Auntie was not afraid of smelly, very powerful, and also taught me basic methods to control whether the magic power is released or not, so that I will not be easily beaten.

Another year passed, and my grandfather seemed to be sick and bedridden, so he could only lie down and watch us stand in front of him, and when he was in pain, why could he laugh?

"Smiling is a way to convey happiness, and if you have pain that you can't solve, it's better to bear it yourself than to pass it on to others. Putting on a stinky face will only make relatives sad and outsiders irritable, but no one will be happy. So, smile more, isn't it, better? ”

Grandpa told me that, and with his dry palm, he patted me on the head one last time.

I couldn't fall asleep at night, and I didn't understand his concept, so I thought about it for a long time, but perhaps, only I couldn't understand it.

At my grandfather's funeral, I was weird.

"Am I your family? Why am I here? ”

"You are our family, and no one can deny this reality."

Compared with my aunt, he was a little surprised in his eyes, but he still held my hand very decisively, obviously his eyes were already red, and he was still enduring. Why is my vision so blurry? Are your eyes broken too? So I hid in his chest and seemed to cry fiercely, but he cried too, so, no problem.

After another half a year, in order to reduce the pressure on his aunt, he began to sell the things he made, not only can they be sold, but the price is also good, so amazing, can I do something?

"No, I'll do it!"

Could he be overprotective of me? I just didn't learn at all, isn't it normal for something to go wrong? I don't know how much these materials cost, but I don't think they're expensive, right? Probably......

Recently, at dinner, my aunt has divided the dishes for us, I have a lot of volume, and he is not a picky eater, is this growth? It's amazing.

But he often runs out, and he always feels a little ...... It's boring.

He came back and brought gifts for me and my aunt, and when my aunt received the gloves, she cried, it turned out that the gloves were such a good gift?

"It's pretty good."

He gave me a star-shaped hairpin, which was cool to the touch and seemed to be expensive, and I didn't seem to have time to refuse, so he clipped it into my hair. But really, it's pretty good.

"It's so rare, I've been a family member for so long, this is the first time you've laughed, you look good when you smile, you can smile more, healthy."

I used to be able to laugh......

"Did I say something wrong? Don't cry! ”

He's in a hurry, and it's even funnier if he's in a hurry.

"Crying and laughing, uh......"

He seems to be broken, and I seem to be broken.

At night, I unconsciously wondered, can I really have this kind of life? Obviously, because of my relationship, my parents are dead, can I really have it?

If it's an aunt, you'll definitely touch my head and affirm me, and if it's him, you'll definitely hold me and affirm me as usual. I just want an ordinary home......

"I can...... Become everyone's family? ”

"What are you talking about, it's always been."

Auntie touched my head gently, I couldn't see her expression, but she spoke a little trembling, just like me.

"Always."

He turned his back to me and only replied with these four words.

"Hmm!"

My mom used to tell me to cherish what is in front of me, so I'm going to hold on to it all. Mom always looked at me guiltily in my dreams, and so did Dad, smiling and waving his hand reluctantly whenever I wanted to get closer, but now I want to say yes.

"I've never hated you."

I muttered.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight, so you should be able to have a good dream. I hugged the pillow he gave me and had a rare good dream.

Sakura-chan, live well.

Well, I will, Mom. May ye rest in peace.