Chapter 2 — I Give My Mother a Fever Reducing Drink During Pregnancy

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Maybe because her motherly love for my younger brother was so strong, my mother ended up overcoming the fever for seven days. After the fever subsided, my grandmother and father took my mother to the district for an ultrasound, and the fetus was completely healthy. Grandma breathed a sigh of relief and gloated.

“See? I told you! If you have a fever, just try a little and it will pass!”

My mother was given good food and drink for more than a month, then gave birth to a baby — a boy. My grandmother and father were so happy that they still named him Vuong Kim Bao like in their previous life. My father constantly praised my mother as the family's hero. When my baby turned a month old, the house organized dozens of feasts, and everyone from near and far came. The smile on Grandma's face never faded. Only one thing hasn't changed — I'm still the most hated person in the house.

“Go wash your sister's diapers, heat up the water, wash thoroughly!”

“You damn thing, asking for a bowl but not bringing it up for half a day, do you want me to starve to death?!”

"Vuong Thu Di, are you dead comet? Didn't you hear your sister cry?!"

My mother hates me because of medicine. Every time she sees me, she tries to punish me. If I do something that doesn't please her eyes, she gets slapped. This story is not strange to anyone in the house. My grandmother and father pretended not to see. They already didn't care about me, but now that they have a younger brother, they don't even pay attention. I'm already used to it. Compared to what I endured in my previous life, these things are just a drop in the bucket. I looked at my brother's round face for a long time and suddenly a cold smile appeared. When she was three or four months old, my mother started showing her off around the village. Every time my grandmother meets someone, she brags that her grandchild is obedient and easy to raise, unlike the little comet at home. I heard I cried a lot when I was little, so much that my dad didn't dare sleep with my mom when he came home from work, my mom wanted to give it to someone else, and my grandma just wanted to throw me into the toilet and drown me. Fortunately, I survived, but the villagers began to look at my younger brother with strange eyes.

"Thuc Phuong, is there something wrong with your Kim Bao? Mr. Dai Ho's daughter is younger than him, but at two and a half months she can already hold her head up."

People often say: three months know how to roll over, six months know how to sit, nine months know how to crawl. Yet my little brother is four months old and not only can't he roll over, he can't even lift his head. Her body was so limp that my mother also had to lie horizontally. While walking, my head was still resting on my mother's shoulder. I could tell there was a problem. But my mother couldn't hear anyone say anything bad about her son, so she immediately argued on the spot.

"Phew! Who are you saying is wrong? A dog's mouth can't grow ivory, you're the one with the problem! My child is destined to be rich, I'm my business, what the hell does it have to do with you?!"

That person was one step older than my mother, and was also a distant relative. It was just a good intention to remind me, but I didn't expect to be scolded by my mother, to the point of losing face. Not stopping there, my mother went home and told her grandmother the story. After hearing this, she was so angry that she dropped her rice, rolled up her sleeves and ran to the person's house to curse her, forcing them to use a broom to chase her away, and bluntly said that from now on, she would not be able to meet again in life or death. The story spread throughout the village. Every day when I went to school, I could clearly feel everyone's strange eyes on me. Everyone seemed to want to say something but didn't. I wanted to say something, but seeing that I was still young, I was also afraid of my mother's fighting power My grandmother and I were stuck in the middle and no one wanted to get involved. I know what they're going to say. The more I knew, no matter how tough my mother and grandmother were on the outside, inside they were starting to feel worried. By the time my brother was six months old, other children had begun to play, but he was still sleeping soundly. Even if I pee or poop, I don't cry. If I have milk, I eat it. When I'm hungry, I moan a few times. Her eyes were dull, staring at one place all day without blinking. At this point, my mother began to panic and no longer dared to say anything about the destiny of the noble person who came to repay her favor.

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Because my mother had a high fever for too long in the late stages of pregnancy, my younger brother was born with congenital cerebral palsy. Hearing that news, I was not too surprised. In my previous life, only having a fever for two or three days made me physically weak. In this life, my mother almost died from fever, so how can I be normal? When she returned from the city, my mother's face was purple, her eyes were swollen, and the corners of her mouth were cracked. My father and grandmother also had red eyes and looked as if the sky was falling, just like when they learned that my sister had kidney failure in her previous life. As soon as I entered the door, my mother rushed towards me and slapped me hard. Her gaze was fixed on me, full of hatred, matching the gaze of her previous life.