Chapter 6 — Baby Vengeance

"In the future, if something like your 'young childhood sweetheart' or 'beautiful soulmate' appears next to you, I won't wait for the appraisal results anymore. I'll directly pick up my daughter, divide half of your property, and leave." Dad was stunned for a moment, then smiled. "Okay." I lay in the baby's crib, looking at this scene, my heart warmed. In my previous life, even my mother couldn't wait for a "sorry" from my father. In this life, at least they still have a chance to talk clearly to each other. Days passed like that. Without that app, my mother started using the stupidest way to take care of me. When I cry, my mother takes turns checking for hunger, pee, sleepiness or discomfort. Even though she was often flustered, every time she guessed correctly, her mother smiled especially happily. "I told you, a mother's intuition is better than anyone else's!" Dad was flipping through the documents next to him, without raising his head to say a word. "Last time you mixed powdered milk into condensed porridge, was it also your intuition?" Mother picked up a pillow and threw it over. "Qui Nghien Chau, shut up!" I was lying in the baby's crib, laughing out loud. That's right, that's it. The days of noisy arguments, chickens flying and dogs running, were normally bustling. That is the life we should have. Not the basement, not the gas leak, not the orphanage. It's home.10Time passes very quickly. When I was one year old, I learned to call myself “mom.” My mother excitedly hugged me and spun me around three times, then called to show off to all my relatives and friends. Dad stayed by my side all day. "Why didn't you call me first?" I grinned at my dad, then said clearly. "Dad." He was stunned for two seconds, then turned away, but I saw the tips of his ears turn red. The mother next to her laughed so much that she slapped her thighs. "Qui Nghien Chau! What are you blushing for? Ha ha ha ha!" "No. You saw wrong." "Who are you fooling, your ears are all red..." "Tham Niem, you're just right." I sat on the bullock, watching them fight, feeling extremely at peace. Lam Thu Dao's case was sentenced when I was eight months old. Crime of falsification of documents plus defamation, sentenced to three years. The fake appraisal facility was also sealed for investigation. The day the news came, my mother hugged me and stood on the balcony, looking at the horizon in the distance, saying very softly. "Baby, the luckiest thing in my life was that day you dropped her phone." I buried my face in my mother's shoulder, rubbing hard. I couldn't tell my mother the truth. Can't tell her that I once lived a life, watching her in the basement leave her last breath for me. I can't tell my mother how clearly I remember her last temperature getting colder little by little. But it's okay. These things will never happen again. On my third birthday, my father gave me a stuffed rabbit, bigger than me. Mom made a whole table of food, even though two dishes were burned. When blowing out the candles, my mother asked me: "Baby, make a wish." I closed my eyes. The me in my previous life died under the stairs at the age of ten, my last thought was: if I could do it again, it would be great. God really gave me a chance. I opened my eyes, looked at the warm light in front of me, my mother's smile, my father's profile, the expectant eyes of everyone. I blew out the candle. Everything I want is already here. End of story.