Chapter 6 — Five Years of Pursuing Love

13It was a beautiful sunset. The sun gradually sets. Golden sunlight shines through the window, illuminating the living room. For the first time, I actively provoked that outward sister. She asked me to wash her clothes and shoes. Like many times before. I lifted the shirt from the dirty water and threw it on her. She immediately got angry. Ask me if I want to die. Of course I've thought about it! But I also want to live better. I want to have a good life. We got into a fight. Her ten fingers are not touched by spring water, how can she fight against me? Over the years. All my hate, all my anger. Everything explodes at this moment. I grabbed her hair. She bit my hand. I slapped her one by one and said: "Parasite, you filth! Do you know whose house you are in?" "I wash for your mother, wash for your father! Wash for you bloodsuckers..." "You have no shame, staying in someone else's house and showing your authority."... I almost scolded out all the words I could think of. She also bit me tightly and didn't let go. Under the influence of adrenaline, the pain also becomes numb. I kicked her in the stomach. She finally released her mouth from my hand. I took the opportunity to push her head into the toilet. Drain water continuously. Until she kept begging. Her father returned before my mother. I don't open the door. I forced her. Drag her, who was beaten and bruised like a dead dog, into the kitchen. She kept struggling and calling for help. I held a knife and pointed it at her neck. Like a crazy mental patient. "Don't come in here, everyone! I want to die with you." "Let you bully me!" "So you won't consider me human!" "Let you force me to do laundry every day, am I not as good as a washing machine? Am I your slave?" "I don't want to live anymore! Everyone die!"... Her father was so scared that he panicked. Call the police, break down the door. Everyone was there reassuring me. Her father even knelt down on the ground, bowed his head and begged me. I was suddenly stunned. They are very bad people! But that bad father also loves his bad daughter. It's embarrassing for me to feel jealous. I thought, would the father I've never met be willing to kowtow for me? My mother certainly doesn't. The police took the opportunity to take the knife out of my hand. Ha ha. I had no intention of killing her! I value my life very much. I want to live well. I want to have a good life.14Because the police were there, that couple had no chance to lay a hand on me. I was taken to the police station. A very gentle and beautiful sister explained everything to me. She's a good person, she just doesn't know it. There is no reason why children stand before their parents holding their destiny. I listened to what she said, but in my heart I was thinking. How will I be beaten? It's a bit regretful, if I was at home, I could have jumped downstairs immediately. Here, being beaten and returning home, it's so unpleasant! But I did not receive news that my mother had come to the police station to prosecute me. I just received news that she suddenly had acute leukemia. And that father and son ran away as soon as they received the diagnosis. I have to go to the hospital periodically to have her blood drawn and hematopoietic stem cells extracted for her. The previous events seemed to have never happened. We became good mothers and children for a while. She said she only had me left. She said that from now on, only the two of us will be able to rely on each other. She looked into my eyes, for the first time a little like the eyes she looked at her other sister. But I don't seem to feel very happy. Just feeling confused. After a period of treatment, her condition stabilized. We miraculously lived happily together for several years. There are even some

When I came home after overtime, I saw her cooking and calling my name. Makes me feel like those years were just a nightmare. After that, my father proactively came to us. It is said that people are changeable. I heard that when I was little, my father loved me quite a bit. It's just that later he loved his other children. For the sake of his children, he wanted to take away my mother and my little hope of survival. I am not satisfied. I don't want to work outside of society. I've done enough. I have had enough of the days of cheap labor. So I can ignore the so-called shyness. And completely torn my face to fight with him. Because of that money, my mother's condition improved. But she told me: "After all, he is your father, so why do you need to stress so much?" At that time, I didn't give in to her. "If you feel unsightly, don't use this money to save your life anymore!" The relationship between me and her gradually turned into a different type of relationship. Every time she hurts and attacks me, if only I were stronger and more crazy, she would become a little more normal mother. But now, I'm tired of such a life.