Chapter 9 — Exposing the Bad Father

Just strawberry cake, orange juice and a bottle of hot milk. I looked at the hot milk for a long time. Mom squatted down and asked me: "Tue Tue, if you don't want to drink, you can don't drink." The stream of comments slowly appeared. 【There is no problem with this glass of milk.】 【Mom warmed it up herself.】 【The glass has been washed three times.】 【Grandma has tasted a sip.】 【There are no traps today.】 【Today is just a birthday.】 I picked up the glass and took a small sip. Warm. Sweet. No bad taste. Before blowing out the candles, I was still a bit nervous. Mom took my hand. "If you don't want to wish, we can always eat cake." I looked at my mother. Over the past year, my mother has become a lot thinner and also become a lot stronger. But my mother's eyes looking at me were still gentle. Like the little blanket my mother covered me with when I was a baby. Comment lines appear one after another. 【You can wish.】 【The door control system is still normal.】 【The camera only films the cake.】 【Grandma is sitting on the sofa, not late.】 【What lawyer Han brought is not a document, but a puzzle.】 【A normal day.】 【Normal is very good.】 I smiled. One breath blows out seven candles. Everyone clapped. Grandma secretly wiped her tears. The gift that lawyer Han gave me was a new children's watch. The strap is light purple, with a small star on top. He said: "If there's something wrong, you have to call right away." Mom added another sentence: "If there's nothing wrong, you can also call." I put on my watch and suddenly remembered the watch my father took away on the night of my sixth birthday. At that time, I thought that if I just called, my grandmother would come and save my mother and me. Only later did I know. What saved my mother was more than just a phone call. But also the bowl of tea I knocked over. These are hidden tissues. The livestream is opened. It's the mother's sanity. It was the grandmother's timely arrival. Is the professionalism of a lawyer. It's also because we all refused to bow our heads. After my birthday ended, I lay down on my stomach on the carpet in my sunny office to draw. I draw a big house. In the house there are mother, grandmother and me. Outside the door, I drew a small black person. I used a red pen to draw a slash on his body. Mom saw it but didn't force me to delete it. Mom just asked: "What's missing in the house?" I thought and drew a star on the roof. The comment lane gently lit up. 【Family is not blood-related people gathering together.】 【Family is when someone pulls you back when you're standing on the edge of a cliff.】 【It's also when you're willing to turn around and pull that person back.】 I gave the picture to my mother. "Mom, this is our house." Mom took it, her eyes turned red. But mom still smiled. “That's right.” “Our home.” Before going to bed, mom read me comics. Halfway through reading, I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes. Outside the window there is a very light rain. In the room there is a night lamp that radiates warm yellow light. While dreaming, I saw the comments appearing again. 【Remember to bring a raincoat to school tomorrow.】 【Grandma will make small wontons in the morning.】 【Mom has a meeting at nine o'clock, don't cling to her for too long.】 【There are no bad guys today who want to harm you and your mother.】 【Today is just a normal day.】 【Normal is also very good.】 I closed my eyes. This time, I didn't dream of the master bedroom. I dreamed that in a sunny office, there were many flowers blooming. Mom sat by the window reading documents. My grandmother was downstairs calling me to come down for dinner. I wore a watch with a small star and ran down the stairs. No one kicked the door. No one scolded me. No one said mom was not good. I know the following days will not be forever peaceful. I also know that in the world there are still many bad people disguised as relatives. But I was

understand one thing. Bad people say they love, it's not necessarily true. Bad guys talk about blood relationships, but it's not necessarily helpful. A real relative is someone who will hold your hand tightly when you are about to fall. I grabbed my mother. Mom also grabbed me.