Chapter 1 — Go home

I was taken out of the orphanage by Mr. Tran and Mrs. Tran. During that process, Ms. Tran repeatedly expressed that she actually liked another girl more. The girl's name is Nguyet Nguyet, cheerful personality, multi-talented. "Husband, all I have in my mind is that baby's smiling face. Or should we still choose Nguyet Nguyet." Mrs. Tran couldn't decide, so she asked Mr. Tran for his opinion. Mr. Tran said fondly: "You don't have to worry about such an active child not being adopted. Moreover, the one that is too noisy will make you tired. This one is quieter." "Okay then." With Mrs. Tran's hesitant sigh, I was taken home. I stayed at the Tran family's house for half a year. Mrs. Tran really missed Nguyet Nguyet, so she discussed with Mr. Tran to change me back. "Han Han, mom really can't forget the disappointed look in her eyes when Nguyet Nguyet looked at her at that time. You understand things like that, you will definitely sympathize with mom, right?" That's right, I've always been very understanding. So I was returned to the orphanage by the Tran family. Nguyet Nguyet happily hugged Mrs. Tran tightly and refused to let go, her sweet smile as if it could cure everything. She looked at me smugly, took advantage of people not paying attention, and made evil faces at me. "You clown, no one wants you, this time you lost."01Mrs. Tran promised me that she would take the time to come back to visit me. I obediently waited at the orphanage. For three months, she did not come once. Three months later, Mr. Tran arrived. He asked me if I wanted to go to his friend's house. Mr. Tran's friend's last name was Dao. The couple lived happily, but Mrs. Dao could not have children. The two have always wanted a daughter. Mr. Dao once met me at the Tran family's house. After returning, he showed my photo to Ms. Dao. He said between my eyebrows my eyes were very similar to Mrs. Dao. The orphanage has a regulation that children who have been adopted for less than a year and are returned cannot be adopted again within three months. So the Dao family counted the days. As soon as the time came, they urged Mr. Tran to come and consult with me. "Your name is Han Han, right?" Mrs. Dao was very gentle, her eyes looking at me were filled with pity. She said to me: "Are you willing to come home with me, to be my only daughter?" I am satisfied. A person is like a duckweed, even if it's just a little light, he wants to rely on it, let alone a roof. I placed my hand in Mrs. Dao's soft, warm palm and said softly: "I'm satisfied." "Han Han, you're so happy!" Mrs. Dao hugged me, happy like a child receiving a gift. I'm sure she likes me. When leaving the orphanage, Mr. Tran exclaimed to the Dao couple: "If it weren't for my wife's insistence on Nguyet Nguyet, I really couldn't bear to leave this child Han Han!" No matter how much I couldn't bear it, I still threw it away in the end. The Tran family and I are old stories. That was the first time I learned to rely and trust, but the outcome was unsightly. A streak of tears passed by, I quickly bowed my head and pretended to adjust my clothes. Mr. Dao's hand placed on my head, gently rubbing it. He said: "Mr. Tran, in the future, don't say these words in front of children anymore. Between children and parents, fate must also be talked about. If you have made a choice, then let's respect each other." Noble and polite, this is the first impression Mr. Dao left on me. I suddenly remembered that before, in the Tran family, I always looked at the adults' faces to act. It seems like I've never stopped feeling nervous. Mrs. Tran always said I was petty and couldn't get on the table. I don't know what to do to make them happy. Whatever I do, I feel like trying too hard is counterproductive. So I cowered. But now, it seems I have found the answer. People who are not liked will always not know what to do. I hesitantly pulled the corner of Mr. Dao's shirt, thanking him for caring about my feelings.

Mr. Dao squatted down and said softly: "Han Han, in the future, if you hear words you don't want to hear, cover your ears. You're a child, it's okay to scold back." At this moment, everything that happened before my eyes was glowing. I understand what adults say, being loved will make a person confident.02The first time I entered the Dao family. The adults passing by the manor respectfully called me Miss Han. Mrs. Dao excitedly took me everywhere. She was full of energy, like she would never get tired. But this does not contradict her gentle temperament. When she talked to me, she always spoke softly and slowly. An elderly woman asked her what to eat for dinner. She chose it on the iPad and asked me for my opinion. "What does Han Han like to eat... are there any foods that she should abstain from... after dinner, she must drink another glass of milk, she's too skinny..." The old woman and I looked at each other and smiled, choosing to listen to her mumble to herself. After a long time, she reacted that she was the only one talking, so she pretended to be angry. "Han Han, why are you like that? Let's watch your joke with Trieu's mother." It's not a joke, but cute. "Madam, Miss Han just arrived, it takes a process to adapt to the Dao family, we can slowly get to know her." Mrs. Dao breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought I disguised myself very well, but it seems like I'm still too hasty. Han Han, you won't feel pressured, will you?" I shook my head: "No." "That's good." The Dao family is very big, it's time for dinner just halfway. At the dining table, Mr. Dao turned his phone to airplane mode and personally picked up food for Mrs. Dao and me. Mrs. Dao said while eating: "Later I'll take you upstairs to choose a room. Before that I asked the Tran family about the style you like, Mrs. Tran said whatever you like is fine. Are you really not sure of your preferences, or are you afraid to say it?" I lowered my eyes. I really don't know what my interests are, because I've been in an orphanage since I was young, and I don't have many choices. Sometimes dozens of people use the same box of crayons to draw, often before they can distinguish each color carefully, the pen is taken away by the next person. Later when I came to the Tran family, Mrs. Tran liked pink. Naturally, she felt that all girls liked pink, so all my clothes were pink. I looked at the bowl of wontons in front of me and shyly opened my mouth. "Sorry, I don't know what style I like." The atmosphere paused for a few seconds, and Mr. Dao was the first to speak. "Not knowing is normal. You're just a child, your worldview hasn't formed yet, how can you easily determine your preferences?"No one has ever said these words to me. I couldn't believe it when I looked up at him. Shouldn't people already be able to determine their own subjectivity as soon as they are born? The teachers at the orphanage and Mrs. Tran all said: "In this world, you are the only person who understands yourself best." Seeing me stunned, Mr. Dao smiled and said: "Until now, your wife still can't determine whether you should choose cotton or silk to sleep better. This is not a mistake." "You don't need to apologize for things you're not sure about."03After dinner, Mr. Tran called. Mr. Dao held the phone and talked a few words, looking at me. Mrs. Dao carefully received Mr. Dao's signaling eyes and softly asked me: "Do you want to meet the Tran family for a bit?" I fell into silence. In the past, when facing the Tran family, I always had low self-esteem. Especially when attending some gatherings, the gap between me and my friends of the same age is very large. Mr. Tran always hinted at me asking me to quickly keep up with the tempo. For half a year at the Tran family, I had learning content every day, from the curriculum to instructions on etiquette and behavior. Full, stressful. The Tran family will bring many people

came to visit, direct, and accept my study results. Staring, breathless. At that time, the Tran family returned me to the orphanage. Although I felt lost, I also breathed a sigh of relief. Have you met? I unconsciously tightened the corners of my shirt. The Tran couple came to the door late at night, deliberately bringing Nguyet Nguyet with them. Nguyet Nguyet was a little whiter and rosier, wearing a pink princess dress, gracefully walking forward. "Long time no see, Han Han." She rushed over and hugged me tightly, as if we were close friends who had met after a long time. I gently hugged her back, took a half step back, widening the distance between the two of us. "Han Han, I've made a lot of friends here, they all like me very much." Nguyet Nguyet pulled my hand, swaying as she spoke, looking proud. "Nguyet Nguyet is really very popular, many people say her personality is similar to mine." Mrs. Tran was also full of pride. "When welcoming Nguyet Nguyet home, Mr. Tran also I was worried that Nguyet Nguyet was too active and would make me tired. As a result, every day he was made fun of by Nguyet Nguyet and couldn't close his mouth..." "It's a little tiring when you're tired, but raising children isn't tiring, we're all happy." Mr. Tran continued, with love for Nguyet Nguyet in his heart and eyes. I quietly looked at them, a bitter feeling welling up from the bottom of my heart. Previously, I ranked first in the class. It was Mrs. Tran's birthday party when the homeroom teacher was invited and directly praised me for my excellent achievements. What did Mr. Tran say at that time? "A child's personality is not yet stable, absolutely do not praise him in front of others, it will make him forget the path he has gone through, become arrogant because of being pampered..." In front of everyone's eyes, Mr. Tran's words made the teacher bow her head in shame. Mrs. Tran held the glass of wine, looked at the teacher indifferently, turned around and said to me: "Han Han, you have to reflect on yourself, why are you only the first in the class? They are all the same students, there is still a huge gap between you and the first in the grade." After that day, the homeroom teacher no longer gave me a good look. Now, Mr. Tran and Mrs. Tran have completely changed the way they used to treat me. It can be seen that they truly like Nguyet Nguyet. The person they don't like is me.04After the Tran family left, Mrs. Dao became very angry with Mr. Dao. Because just now Mr. Dao pulled her back and didn't let her speak for me. Mr. Dao said seriously: "Sooner or later, Han Han will have to go through these things, none of us can replace her. Now let her see the complete truth, she can have a new start." "Please stop treating Han Han with the way you treat your employees!" Mrs. Dao did not accept this kind of challenge from Mr. Dao, and dragged me upstairs angrily. "Wife, even though Han Han is a girl, she is a girl. Much stronger than we think. We can't raise her to be a weak flower." Mr. Dao followed behind us, his voice helpless but doting. "Han Han is your daughter, no one can bully her in the name of being good for her." Mrs. Dao scolded and muttered while choosing a room with me. She looked really angry. Mr. Dao pulled her hand several times but was thrown away. Mr. Dao had no choice but to take advantage of her not paying attention, patting my head and making a gesture of help. "Don't be angry anymore." I pulled Mrs. Dao back, stood still and looked at her seriously: "I don't feel bullied." Mrs. Dao's tears fell, she squatted next to me crying and said: "Han Han, I have never been a mother, but I have been a daughter. No matter what happens, my parents will always stand by my side first. You are my daughter, all the people and things that make you sad, I have to stand in front of you immediately and protect you." I looked at her crying, the bridge of my nose also sour.